At Night

At night, I'm a poet,
Weaving words to pass the time.
Threading intricacies through all of dark's shine.

Eyes never droop and
never hesitant fingers,
for sleeping, ha!, what a thoughtless notion that never lingers.

At night, I'm a sailor,
drifting a ship through the sea of space.
Imagination takes its reign, and brings me to where the impossible is tame.

Stars keep my face alight and
the cosmos slow down the time,
thinking that I'd rather be somewhere else is a lie.

At night, I am really
restless,
a person riddled with endless thought.
Toss and turn and never quite reaching that dream of being asleep.