It is late
My body craves rest,
Again sleep eludes me.
Eyes wide open
Thinking of you
Dreaming of far off places
Sun shine, carefree, singleted me.
I harbour in the morning
Resentment.
Senses blurred again
Demands of the day looming
Oh crap not again,
Stuck in this place
Images flash
Dragons, birds of paradise,
The quaint, the exotic,
Beckoning me.
Invitations extended.
Slumber evades me
Giggling at my plight
Playing mind ball
Rarely a home run.
An option is to slip a half tablet
The effect lately worse than no sleep
Maybe count days until.
Silence surrounds me, the night sings
I lie still listening to the rhythms.
I am searching for you.
You.
Morpethroad 
Wonderful poem Michael. I hope you find who you are searching for. And get some sleep, finally. Without pills.
So do I. On both counts. Thanks Jackie for the comment.
Oh my! What BIG eyes you have!
Sorry – I couldn’t resist. 😉
Ha ha…I could say it’s a self portrait but that might not be true. Thanks for giving me a laugh…
I believe “harbouring in the morning” is one of the best descriptions of that part of the day I read.
Thank you Oloriel, and thank you for following my blog. Please call again.
So personal and intimate, I felt the pull of the invitation!
Trust you too. Thanks I am glad you found something to connect to. Thanks for reading.
Lack of sleep can certainly make you dread the day ahead. Sometimes we are fortunate that our minds can drift and daydream of the more pleasurable things in life and not our tiredness. I hope you find the ‘you’ are searching for and sleep then will come a little more easily.
Thank you Jenny one would hope so. We live in hope.
Know that sensation…and you’ve done a great job putting it to verse. Hope the moment passes!
Thanks Georgia all is good.
Glad to hear it…when are you leaving for Europe by the way?
Not sure as yet. Europe might have to next year.
Aw…sorry about that…it promises to be an interesting year, weather wise 😉
I am sure it will be.