Acquainted With The Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky.
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost
I too am becoming Acquainted with the night,
Many lost wishes thought before the new light,
To be dreaming before the dawn,
It's not only for lost sleep I mourn.
Ok so I should leave the poetry to the poets - Basically I'm still battling Insomnia.
I just can't get no sleep - faithless
