#fridayphotopoetry Sleepless Nights

The beginning of night

The beginning of night–maybe another sleepless one?

Sleep dipped into the darkness, long

before I searched the room for him,

before I caught the cricket’s song,

before my candle’s light burned dim-

 

And when I sought him, all I found

was sand for eyes that felt no need,

and so I sit upon the ground,

and by my fire’s soft glow, I read.

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