Sleep Eludes Me



I remember the night I describe here from long ago. I wrote a poem at the time, published previously, but I think that magical night itself deserves mention too.

Sleep eludes me.

Restless I rise,

And sit by the window,

Open to the night.

A fox barks,


In the distance,

Then the world is silent,

Once again.

The air is heavy,

And stillness blankets all.

The only sounds,

Your breathing,

Soft as you sleep,

And my heart,

Beating time,

With the slow rhythm,

Of the night.


© Marcus Brook 2017


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