Insomnia

Artwork: A Want to Believe - Eric Fortune, 2009

i lie
awake...

enveloped
by the
cold
darkness,
shrouded
by fragrant
mist ~

for once:
neither
lavender
nor
valerian -
none of
the elixirs
of
morpheus
serve to
quieten
my restless
senses.

the numbing
fatigue
beckons me
to shut
my eyes ~

but i
cannot
haunted as
i am
by my
demons,
beguiled as
i am
by the
memory.

if i
could
- and i
can! -
put a
name
to my
restlessness:

it would
be
yours,
o fair
one;
it would
be
yours.