Insomnia Poem by Sir Tshiamo Modise

We sailed through the night like never before.
He was ticking and tocking.
I was tossing and turning.
Caffeine had extended the distance to the shore.

We aimed for the shore as it held freedom from activity.
This quite journey had to be honoured by silence we opted for telepathy.
My glances he replied to by digital ascending figures terminating with am.
Together we witnessed the unseen when darkness began to get a golden tan.