It's 3:40 AM and sleep eludes me. I awake to the sound of the rain upon the roof. I twist, I turn. Right, left. Back, right left. The room is dark, in the night. I watch the luminous dial of the clock. Seconds, minutes, hours. Time passes, like the flow of molasses from a jar.
Thick, slow, bitter sweet. Moving endlessly in its cycle. Sleep eludes me.
I lie upon my back and ponder. Is anyone awake in in the world? Europe, China, Australia. Are they bustling along with their busy lives, half a world away? Walking, talking, working, laughing, crying. Are they watching the clock? Or am I alone? Caught up in the slow moving hands of time. Sleep eludes me.
I listen to the steady, tick, patter, drop,of the incessant rain upon the roof. Steady now. Hard at times. It slows, a steady patter. Surely, this steady drumming of the rain will calm my troubled mind. But sleep eludes me. Time moves on. Seconds are minutes. Minutes are hours. The night is slipping away. But still sleep eludes.
I wonder. I dream. I pray, to the God of my fathers. My eyes are open. But my brain is actively humming along as I peck each letter off the keyboard of my mind, as sleep eludes me.
I walk the corridors of memory, listening. Thinking. Tasks undone. Friendships failed. Loved ones lost. There is work to be done tomorrow. Fences of time to mend in my life. I turn. Right, left, back.
I watch the pattern of shadows move upon the walls, as the wind waves the branches, of the trees outside my window. I can see the waving of the great tree arms. Moving back and forth upon the blinds. Chasing the shadows in my mind. Sleep eludes me.
I slip from my bed and move like a wraith, through the house. I open my notebook. I write it all down. My thoughts, my dreams, my victories and defeats. Though sleep eludes me, I know I will win in the end and I do. As I slumber.
Thick, slow, bitter sweet. Moving endlessly in its cycle. Sleep eludes me.
I lie upon my back and ponder. Is anyone awake in in the world? Europe, China, Australia. Are they bustling along with their busy lives, half a world away? Walking, talking, working, laughing, crying. Are they watching the clock? Or am I alone? Caught up in the slow moving hands of time. Sleep eludes me.
I listen to the steady, tick, patter, drop,of the incessant rain upon the roof. Steady now. Hard at times. It slows, a steady patter. Surely, this steady drumming of the rain will calm my troubled mind. But sleep eludes me. Time moves on. Seconds are minutes. Minutes are hours. The night is slipping away. But still sleep eludes.
I wonder. I dream. I pray, to the God of my fathers. My eyes are open. But my brain is actively humming along as I peck each letter off the keyboard of my mind, as sleep eludes me.
I walk the corridors of memory, listening. Thinking. Tasks undone. Friendships failed. Loved ones lost. There is work to be done tomorrow. Fences of time to mend in my life. I turn. Right, left, back.
I watch the pattern of shadows move upon the walls, as the wind waves the branches, of the trees outside my window. I can see the waving of the great tree arms. Moving back and forth upon the blinds. Chasing the shadows in my mind. Sleep eludes me.
I slip from my bed and move like a wraith, through the house. I open my notebook. I write it all down. My thoughts, my dreams, my victories and defeats. Though sleep eludes me, I know I will win in the end and I do. As I slumber.
I have been in that same sleepless place many times....maybe humanity must all go there to sort of re-boot our mind and refresh our understanding of life.
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