restless

late night,
and I'm lying awake
once again.
I count the stars
and match my sleepless nights
as my heart thumps
the ground moves
and all the eyes stare back at me
sounds familiar fill the air
and heat rises
warms my restless soul
no sooner does morning come
where the air gets still
my cover grows heavy
when early morning comes
to bid me sleep.

January 3, 2003