The Insomniac

For the hapless insomniac

Another endless night

Awake he lay

In solitary unrest

Drowning in darkness

The wall clock's rhythmic ticking

Like an axe on a tree

Till he beckoned the poet

To the dark vacant depths

Of his still mind

The poet arose

Words cascaded

Swirled, churned

Giant butterflies

Purple roses on a beach

Dragons and daffodils

Burst forth

Into the insomniac's hijacked mind

As the night faded into morning

Richer in sweet poetry

© Kamalika Jayathilaka 2013

Collage by artist Winston Smith (http://withfriendship.com/)