I lay in bed, at this midnight hour,
Slowing my breathing, to a deliberate count,
Calming my minds restless power,
But with little effect, as I recount,
I rise from my restless bed,
And pace the floors of muted halls,
My practiced attempt to settle a racing head,
While I walk in the shadows of familiar walls,
When slumber escapes me, and dreamland is far,
And hours click bye with no end in sight,
I head to my shop for some R & R,
It's my fortress of solitude on sleepless nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A productive poetic sleeplessness. Thanks