All stars and moon are out I see
as sleep evades the restless me;
the day was good, walks by the sea
but now I’m wandering, no bed for me.
Its four in the morning with no one about,
Is nobody there? I’m longing to shout,
it seems so to me as no light do I spy
in any window as far as the eye
can see from my window high on the hill,
even my dog sleeps soundly and still,
he’s into a slumber I long for so deep
that untroubled wonder, restorative sleep;
I look at his paws hanging over his bed
he has no worries as long as he’s fed.
My brain will not stop its whirring this night
So put on the kettle, drink tea ’til its light.
Best wishes to all insomniacs – Denny Bradbury