Insomniac

Night outside his window
is a gauzy moon
lacing late autumn trees,
burnishing their bare limbs
golden.

It is cricket stragglers
strumming for a mate, unaware
that last call is soon upon them.
Chitterings and chirpings
join in.

Mist whispers through the nocturne
muting the musical theme there
in his room where he,
hostage of darkness, wrestles
old dreams.

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