poem for the sleepless night wanderer

i hear your feet padding

on the hardwood floors

i see the secret tears

you shed in the library

alone, wandering the

shelves of books, all yours-

it's the life you've

always dreamed of

your tears glisten; the

moon hanging round

the universe's neck

and she flaunts it--

her finest necklace

complete with a satin bow.

and her fingernails-

manicured with the crust

from under your eyes

as you awaken.

the sun beams brightly

at the promise of another

day. a golden curl falls

from your head and shines

in the sun.