Confession of an Insomniac

Morn hath risen,

Its hazy blue a silent petition.

To hasten from slumber,

the silent dreamers.

But I sleep not.

For though my eyelids are leaden,

And my tired brain screams for rest.

My heart is awake,

Beating to the dawning calls.

Watching as night begrudgingly,

fades into daylight.

Eyes of the heart never lie,

Yet they may deceive the careless.

For mankind has long forgotten how,

To shut its eyes and see from the soul.

Yet now, in my shifting insomniac world,

I am one with totality.

The sheer vastness of being eclipsing,

All physical interjection.

Perhaps I am euphoric.

Perhaps it is enlightenment.

Mayhap it is my transcendence.

Or maybe I just need to sleep...