Insomnia

She watches the day slip away,

And as the shadows draw in, part of her knows
That it will be time soon….
A wraith she stands, while around her everyone sleeps
She can see what they dream of…..
The banker, waiting to go home
The teenager’s baseball spinning past her….
The homeless guy, squatting on the grass
And the watchman with his whistle….
We sleep, when she awakens,
Standing witness, in a cloak of shadows…
Listen well, for she will be there, each day
Watching, protecting, avenging
So make merry, say your prayers….
And when she beckons obey the call…..
For she is the Night, and in her embrace you will see no light…..
But you will be shown a rare sight…..

The Bilge Master