are you sleepless tonight, 

where the waves don’t
crescendo under the
stars and the night only
feels like dark,

with demons leering
in the shadows and

leaning towards the
gap in your fingers
and toes, begging
to be let into your
soul, where the light
isn’t so bright, any more.  

are you weaving 
though the clouds, fearing
the quiet and the soudless;
the vacant and absent
of heart and mind.  

are you sleepless tonight?