Sleep

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Empty moonless nights

Beckon me towards sleeplessness

Urging me to stay awake.

To bathe in the unrivalved glory

Of its borrowed shine.

Making me a witness to

A different world in the dark

Where nightingales render soulful arias

And owls become sentries ofthe night.

Sometimes I wait for the

Sun to level in the horizon.

For morning birds to chirp on the day.

What I cannot do is to

Sleep still through the 

Quiet of the moonless night

With the fear of not waking up with you.

I fear that sleep will take you away.

I'm afraid love will be gone.

That's why I'd rather have dark circles

Under my eyes,

Than to create the same dark circles

Around our beating hearts.

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