Soothing InsomniaAmid the tempest of lost timeSoothing Insomnia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with mangled sheets and long-fouled lines,
far-gone your oars upon the waves,
no anchor holds against their rage.
So dry and dusty every breath
as sands cascade deep to their death
and spinning currents wisp away
toward the gaping dawn of day.
And there, within the endless storm,
a wishful whisper--wistful, warm--
eases the tension from your mind,
strange courage, strong; its pressure, kind,
then wraps each ligament and limb
with weights so soft against the skin,
to comfort gasping, angry soul
with ancient song. Sweet notes ring whole
and bind the cycles of the tide.
Nestle the moon against your