Peace-Maker

Insomnia

Lurking in her insomnia.

They say she never closes her eyes
Nourished by an energy that few approach
She turns on the light and a blaze
She gives up her dreams to her ashtray
Thought replacing sleep

Could it be his engine?
What do you think of at such times?
The owl and the rooster have no idea
Joy, hope or fear?
Is this sweet challenge, eternal struggle?

How can we turn sleep into enemy?
Not an ounce of desert under these eyelids
A light rain sometimes springs
These are the body's silent affairs

Sweet arousal, chased the violent sleep
Would like to overturn
Should oppose

An elongated body
An exhausted mind
Take a closer look,
You can't see these eyelids
But especially this red and wet iris
The pains of confusing day and night

Free my body the key
Secure my mind the chain
It would be the solution and the remedy
Come to me serenity,
The canvas on which thousands of stars rest
On my eyelids tonight
Let my eyes on your contact slowly close.
Embrace me,
Come to me,
Morpheus

If my head is upside down tonight, turn it over if it suits you.