Insomnia | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

Blood shot eyes and restless,
I journey through the night flight of imagination.
Thoughts, ideas rush through my brain:

speed of the light of stars.

My spirit flies out my window ever open,
and mingles with mist of wind and salt of sea.
I ride the bare backs of stallions on night clouds

and pay visit to the moon.

There, I bury my body in white dust
and sleep rejuvenation for a thousand years.
When ageless beauty has kissed my face,

I step through glass into music.