Wearily reclines the midnight moon <br />Stars dreamily wait to fade <br />The nightjars somewhere sleepily croon <br />My eyes slumber doesn’t invade. <br />I hear my bloodstream in the canals of vein <br />The lubdub of my doughnut from deep <br />Echoes of footsteps, long forgotten pain, <br />My eyes can’t trace a wink of sleep. <br />The night ages the moon seeks west <br />Stars yearn an end to their trek <br />Inside my head they still abhor rest <br />Run random my thoughts without break.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-trek/
