Half-pulled shade, headlights dance
in the space before the sill.
Thoughts of nothing and everything
bounce inside my head.
Days gone by reappear, faces blur then clear
generations meld one to the next.
Eye-open dreams change scenes quickly
acts play out in milliseconds.
Like a thousand moths flitting round the light
ideas, words, pictures, feelings, here then gone.
Time moves forward on a nearby shelf,
illumined dial ignores my stalled state.
I watch you beside me, face up, eyes closed.
You wear the night so well, sleep looks delicious.
I match my breath to yours, slow syncopation
like snow flakes falling in the dark of night.
No sound. One by one, breath by breath
and finally I drift.
lillian the home poet 
Made me feel like I was there.
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Well that makes me know I wrote a good one! Thanks, Karen. Comment starts my day with a smile. Hugs to you and Don.
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This is exactly what insomnia feels like.
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Yep!
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That synchronised breathing tricks works! I know. 🙂
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Somewhat like yoga breathing!
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Yes, I suppose it is!
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