Sleep lingers only briefly in dreams.
I wake in the desert of the sleepless, where midnight pools in the mirages of the mind, and the first perfumes of spring drift, unbidden, luminous, indifferent.
My mind longs for reality, my heart longs for something real.
My body tosses and turns in sleep.
My heart whispers: there, there, what can you learn in the valley of shadows.
My body stirs: let me rise, let me wander into the quiet night and caress those soft, white blossoms, opening quietly under the whispering moon and stars.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 8:18 PM UTC
Sleep lingers only briefly in dreams.
I wake in the desert of the sleepless, where midnight pools in the mirages of the mind, and the first perfumes of spring drift, unbidden, luminous, indifferent.
My mind longs for reality, my heart longs for something real.
My body tosses and turns in sleep.
My heart whispers: there, there, what can you learn in the valley of shadows.
My body stirs: let me rise, let me wander into the quiet night and caress those soft, white blossoms, opening quietly under the whispering moon and stars.
