My restless heart, <br /> creeping from its cavity <br />to the silent corridors of predawn- <br />A crackled white bulb of moon <br /> hangs in the denim night's blue- <br />A lone friend in these unending wakeful hours. <br />Her stationary perch, a tended vigil, <br /> and still this heart wanders- <br />Baleful imaginings of your <br /> face against the gloom. <br /> And each dull ache is refreshed anew- <br />My prowling heart will see <br /> the gaudy sun ascend <br />and dream eternally <br /> of daylight's end.<br /><br />Katrina Harms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/la-nuit-sans-sommeil/
