Insomnia,I can not sleep.

I lie in bed

and hear the creaking 

of the tired old beams

settling for the night.

Weary,yet restless,I can not sleep.

I slide from my bed

and open the window.

The night clutches at my skin

with icy fingers.

I see half a moon and millions of stars.

Nothing moves,the air is still.

I think I can smell the river.

I feel I am out of sync

Like a badly dubbed film.

Thoughts refuse to form in my brain,

so I stand and wait

for the pink fingers of Dawn

to grasp the sky.