Sleepless

Time passes
Night-day. Night again
Jolting
Like a train passing through the mountains
dreamy
hazy
And then whistles in the night
Why awake? Awake! And nothing
The dream has passed. It comes again. But not for now
First comes the blunt serene of night
Awake! Awake! And nothing will be seen

Days go by like passing beats
the thudding of a lulling clock
counting on, counting on
the days that pass—the haunts of time

Human hearts fell in the storm
to molten earth and rolling fire
now buried ‘neath the rocky earth
decaying in the sepulcher

Pass on, pass on, it shall once more
the shapes of day beneath the light
of shadows cast by still of dark
The night, it comes again