Before Dawn Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Before Dawn
Woke up the bedroom darker than the night outside which
had the benefit of streetlights and light from windows of
the sleepless. when I closed my eyes, I saw a myriad of stars
a galaxy of colours which circled around for no apparent
but since everything has a reason, even insanity, I took it
the colurs had a goal, a lofty purpose, if only to keeping me
entertained a four in the morning. and spare me the thought
of death – a thought that stalks- all old people everywhere.
it is also a banal, like a cigarette addiction, for in their heart
there is a tiny spark that tells them they are the exception
the people that will live forever and thus blessed with man´s
ancient illusion we can sleep a little bit longer.