it sounds so good to hear
the gravity of the night
when darkness consents
a few hours of peace
the wind passes through the
jealousy window, teasing
me to be dead to the world
but i want to stay awake
and let my perceptions linger
across this vast riveting darkness
where the only glow comes
from the radiance of the stars
and the moon
I enjoy the night more than the day
I don’t call it insomnia
I call it perceptive tranquility
written 2/16/04