A symphony of crickets croon their love

In the sweet bath of moonlight

Even though my mind is numb

Dully aching with the yearn for sleep

It doesn't matter if I lie perfectly still

Wishing my blankets would turn to dreams

And wrap themselves around my eyes

Or if I'm shackled to pen, luring sleep in

With a midnight's long tale

My mind refuses to stop

Thoughts spun around my dizzy mind

I can't think of what to do

For what is there to do

In the absence of the sun