A Gift of Sleeplessness
Jackson Ercil Evans


It is another sleepless night
But tonight I hear the sky
Calling out my name
Maybe it was her voice
That had been denying me my sleep

It is supposed to be a familiar scene
As I emerge from the same house
And onto the same street
But I’ve never seen the trees
Dripping poetry like they are tonight

The stars travel their life’s worth
To shine for me tonight
They bring with them my memories
As I recall the different men
Who have lived under my name, under these stars

I give the stars one more man tonight
Sitting on the curb
Under the orange street light
And for a moment I foolishly think
That this man is alone

But with my head tilted back
To see those loving stars
With open arms and open palms
I see that beauty and feel that love
And I know that we are one