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Sleep No More
 
It is late in the night,
So late
The dead silence
Soothes my eyelids
Luring me
To shut them
And succumb
To the sweetness
Of sleep.
 
And why not? 
My dear one
Already yields
To the lull
Of the night
His gentle snores
Mingle
With the child-like
Imitation
Of our boys,
The two sounds
Blending
A discordant
Music
Creating
The only whispers
Of the night.
 
Behind my computer
I give  birth
And ignore
The cold place
By his side
Rightfully mine
I ignore
The look
Before he drifts off,
Hot or cold
Or both
I choose not
To see
Nor know
 
And I resist
Sleep,
For my muse
Has murdered
My sleep.
I am no
Lady Macbeth
But  I shall
Sleep no more
Till I have
Scribbled
And released
My muse
 
(C) Celestine Nudanu
15/07/12
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