Insomnia | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria
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.
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