Insomnia... a beautiful poem.... read it,it's worth it...

Brad McClain
Alcoa, TN

Insomnia

By the breathing pond,
While consumed by its misty breath,
I met Insomnia.
"Why are your eyes wide and soul tired?"
"My wife," he replied, "has disappeared into
The moonlight."
"Can I help you find her?" I asked.
"Yes. She's pale with dark features and an
Air of peace."
"What is her name?" I asked.
"Rest."

We looked high upon grassy peaks
And low into snowy valleys.
At last, we found her
Under a tree down by that pond,
Having an affair with Slumber.
Insomnia lay down beside her,
Embraced her,
And then Insomnia was no more.

dear zaytoona....
thanx alot for a nice poem.....



with my regards
layon