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.
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