Shimmer do the stars,
Seemingly haphazard in the night sky,
But each have their place,
Like sequins upon an opulent black dress.
The moon plays hide and seek,
Fading in and out behind temporarily seen clouds,
Causing her half light to appear subdued,
Leaving heavy shadows to linger within dark corners.
I hear the call of an owl,
Carried upon the stillness of the night,
And the rythmic tick tock of the clock,
That hangs proudly upon the wall.
My old friend insomnia is my companion,
Gracing me with unwanted attention,
In a house where all others sleep soundly,
I gaze out the open window asking “where is my slumber?”