Insomnia

Affable moon pestering with a silver smile,
You have met a diffident withholding a cynic eye
But what is there a reticent boy ought to do?
Inside your impassable time; a temptation in overdue
Your guise of enigma and your baffling lullaby
Perturbs a curious fire kindling austerely high
Your enigmatic hair of velvet black
Is a sinister secret like a dead man's rock
Nocturne silence, anarchy sleeps its rage
Beneath your canopy, multiplying in your heritage
"Can I define you? " this boy braved to ask
And his lopsided grin revealed peril in the crust
"Hollow, innocuous, worth a dime.
Your riddles are but words fated to rhyme
Dreams are but a fashion, sleep a hiatus
And we are all dead fishes in a river ominous."
The night cried in her couture dews
For another sleeper misconstrued
Her omnipresence, her cold supple embrace
Bled out of verve with the boy's chase.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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