Insomnia

Time dilates

in the desert night

when sleep

is the arrogant loved one

that I’ve courted in vain

wished, chased

for too long

till the first noises,

distraught cheeps

of sleepless birds in the dark

shortly before dawn

Now it takes me weary

- ambiguous lover -

and when the world awakes,

it, then,

won’t let me go.

With heavy arms

it tightens life to the bed

And it whispers to the ear, liar

promises of oblivion

in the icy spirals

of the morning dreams

December 2, 2003