Three hours sleep last night
I still can't sleep
though it's long past midnight
two, three a.m has slipped
by & I cannot deny
it's time to feel tired
It's not thinking of you
that's keeping me awake for once
not all my worries
or a film or even this poem
a mystery, my lack of sleep
perhaps it's the lack of rain
or the fact that there's no moonlight
to soothe & lull my eyes
I should never hold
political discussions with anyone
at night,
I know.