Insomnia

Perched upon the window sill,
Eyes not so wide open,
Legs hanging loosely down below,
He becomes an amateur vision of a harrowed soul..
Not by any measure of desire, though, sir, no..
There is but an innocence to it.

The cool breeze of the deep, dark night envelops him,
Comforting him it would only seem,
With friendly nudges,
One from the left one from the right,
Then again from the left,
And he smiles.

Two drooping eyelids, no they will not darned shut,
How he longs for that calm, peaceful sleep that only all should have,
Its never bothered him before, this sleepless devil,
Then suddenly, a revelation, enlightenment,
He sees the light,
His dear devil had shown him the night,
And just like that,
He longed to sleep no more.
And just like that,
He awoke no more.