In the midst of sleepless nights, what is one to do?
Uncomfortably sprawled attempting a meditative breath,
Not a sound in the world as rejuvenating takes place, yet you lay nocturnally,
Am I a half breed of a night owl?
Lightless nights energize my soul, curious thoughts, creative wonders in my mind,
Listless nights as if the only soul alive,
Oddly, I welcome your wanning moon,
Dulled beauty awaits as if I’m to hunt my prey, yet rejuvenation must take precedent,
In the midst of sleepless nights, what is one to do?