the lights are out

the night is quiet

my mind is loud

i wonder if there is a right way

to end the day

that i just have not mastered yet?

so i shiver

caressing the sheets

as i ponder the world

at 3 a.m

the moon smiles

the sun hides

my chest rises up and down

everything i want to forget

flashes before my ceiling —

conversations

doubts

love

fear

vice

without the grant of dreams

as these are my thoughts

at 3 a.m

my eyelids shut gradually

knowing the world must sleep too

or why else would

the oceans calm

the winds tire

the forests still

and people let go

and we all play the game

on whom can fall asleep faster

until the next night

when i'll greet you

at 3 a.m

t.n