(Incongruous as it may be
To those I reach with words o'er seas)
I'm yawning, though your day is dawning.
To awaiting slumber,  cedes my weary shell.
But Insomnia awaits, and she, the unforgiving mistress of my mind, beckons me AWAKE!
So I write another line.
No, no, no.
Heavy lidded eyes remind me of the wiser course.
The shroud of fatigue covers me with a gentle ripple and I am lulled once more. From this distant shore I bid you,
Goodnight.