Sleep is elusive A cold wind surrounds the house Throwing scattered gravel volleys of rain against the glass. The kitchen is dark. It’s 3.29am Milk is taken, lit by a prison break searchlight and restored to the fridge. I make tea I sit at the table Both hands cupped in supplication warmed. Wind, rain, breathe, sip Repeat I'm weary which is no substitute for, exhaustion and won't deafen the ancient echoes of experience and memories These are now the loudest voices, speaking with a clarity and resonance That over-rides the world I can see, touch And feel. Night emboldens the flights of fancy and All the scenarios play out If, If, If, If only. Images flicker past marking a chaotic concept of the passing of time Wind, rain, breathe, sip Repeat. Splinters of light from an unshaven day are Dragged forward and gathered one by one Till they form an ever widening sky But, even as the sunshine flooded horizons are complete The darkness is at work reforming, reclaiming, resurrecting its lost and found domain. Missing only those tiny fragments, stolen by dreamers and lovers Enabling the stars to shine. Wind, rain, breath, sip Repeat.