Be quiet souls of the night sky; I know you are restless, angry, tired of waiting Each tear that falls is a memory, memories I want back, They build up inside my head, I know it's your presence. Still you are staring at me, glaring at me, Just beyond reach of my provoked wrath and fury, And you're driving me mad, I can't quite get at you! For now, you make the visions in my mind obscure... Tell me, who's voice is that, speaking just below a whisper? It's just the night sky souls again, after the setting sun Speaking about lost loves I didn't find at all, And putting dreams into my sleep about my desperation. I know they only wish for me to do things their way, but this is not bothering me or vexing me. Besides, I rather love the feelings of the memories, So I ignore the night sky souls tonight. I can't stand watching time wasted so shamelessly. Sleep is the only haven I can find, my only sanctuary. The souls come eagerly bearing visions of fleeting peace, Bringing sad but relaxing, warm images into my mind. So tell those night sky souls I will see them soon. Tell those night sky souls I want dreams of nonexistance. Tell those night sky souls I'll come back for more. Tell them I said hello. The night sky souls are back again, Please lull me into a deep sleep. Give me dreams of everything and nothing at all, And emotions that are beyond reality. The night sky souls are restless. The night sky souls are awake. The night sky souls are coming, The night sky souls don't want sleep tonight... Christina The Revelation
Reason for writing:
I have this poem mixed in with a conglomeration of other poems that are in a book I created, "Still Without Words."
I often have insomnia due to my heavy interest in writing poetry, and sometimes find that indulging in the memories, and seizing the opportunity to write it down, is a much more intriguing concept then just going to sleep.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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