Night Kept

Night Kept

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Some nights I sit up late for no reason

As if unseen company wants my thought chattered time a little longer

Wandering around listening for butterfly wing beats 

Carrying perhaps the breath from distant earth changes 

I feel like bright lights may dissolve the roof space 

At moments end 

As I feel marvelled sense stretch

Further than my fear of sleeplessness in sunlight

I know without cause or reason 

Somewhere somehow is now and pulling my strings 

I feel my being reverberate connectedness 

Somewhere somehow to there

To here 

To them

To me 

As if my body flies and forms 

And shifts to shape

To high cradled grip in train-travelling tune

In the hands of one who plays violin for galaxies 

And my mind sits atop realities thin wire and sways in song 

You see 

Some nights I like to sit up late for no reason 

Those nights 

I'm free

I'm Poetry  

mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image