Sleepless

We who wander in the night,

Find no rest till morning light,

Tossing, turning, in a wide-eyed stare,

While others sleep, we remain aware,

Cold and desolate winter night,

In whose solitude we take delight,

The day comes with the morning sunrise,

Those sleepless times, of little surprise,

Perhaps one day, I will be at peace,

And sleep in quiet repose,

But until that day of eternal rest,

I am cursed to wandering in my nocturnal quest...