The old familiar shadows
cling to old familiar walls
as early morning spins round again.
 
I lie, eyes wide open, and listen to the rain
I continue the watch; 4am and all is well.
Nobody is sleeping here.
 
Try as I might, I cannot grasp
the ethereal gossamer threads.
Can't switch my brain off,
I've run out of sheep.
 
I long to lie in torpor,
or slumber for a week
But I tumble through the gloaming
and life goes on after dawn.
 
I sigh a sleepless sigh
as I greet my alarm clock again.
Its purpose now as a reminder
of when others will be awake.
 
So that I can cease my moonlight vigil
and rejoin the human race.
At least until tonight.