As the subtle dusk takes the sky in dampened hues,
I crouch exhausted on my sill,
Tonight I will not sleep,
Tonight I refuse

My eyelids blink as heavily as a mountain,
I try to straighten, to bend back my curved spine but I cannot,
Crisp night claims the air,
Silver drops falling from the sky as those from the youthful fountain

Until at last I'm darkness deep,
I will,
I do,
Succumb to sleep