Insomniac’s Almanac

As the sun unravels light colored threads, 

I envision this hour for lovers. 

Hands wiping away the crusts of night 

and breeze trickling between the leaves, 

Glorious whispers leave phantom prayers in the air.

I do wonder if every living thing

Recalls the words pronounced at its birth

‘Blessed, blessed it be

The All-encompassing and free

Diety, who has many homes stretching far as the eye can see

Dawn has kissed droopy eyelids

Fluttering lens giving portals to dreams.

The heart grows fond for what it cannot own.

The skies are filled with birds

And prayers from all nationalities,

AsI wait for lovers who never sleep

So they can witness dawn

And all her beauty.

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