Sleep has left my eyes

Like power the bow of an aged hunter

While my parchments remain unfilled

And my poems stopped in my mouth.

I toss like a mooning lunatic

Tear like the near claws of this werewolf

Not finding, seeking, solace

From this unceasing itch

To see you, smiling

in the silence with me.

I love reading. I try to write. I am an eternal, die hard learner!