Menolyrical; Insomniacal

Yesterday, in the 'wee smalls' this is what transpired - and the muse finally returned...

I sleep not

and gaze upon the turtle cloud

a gaseous shroud

and watch it turn

at the gale winds behest

become blue whale

shark

seahorse

mermaid

I sleep not

and gaze upon the wolven moon

that winter light

so piercing bright

making a mockery of night

and of my will to fight 

Somnambule

I sleep not

and gaze upon the scudding bank

of cotton candy

white bulbous billows

the stuffing of pillows

in which I see more

critters

gargoyles

waving hands

I sleep not

and dream upon distant lands

know these words I must jot

lest they be forgot

and are lost

on that long road of 

fragile mentality

mental fragility

lost to the land of crumbling grey where 

I sleep not

©Yamini Ali MacLean 2022