Awake, in the dark.
Hearing alarms go off.
The sun has not risen.
My eyes do not tire
My body does not ache
My mind does not wander
Hearing geese migrate home
I wish i could
I wish I could see them. Watch them fly over
It is one of the few things that i fathom about seeing
For it is what soothes me
Soothes me to sleep?
