Insomnia

The midnight hour rouses me awake,
To the glittering city of stars.
That even my balcony cannot reach,
I sit alone captivated by the silence.

The world is asleep for the night,
And my mind arises to take flight.
A canvas where dreams and wishes spark,
And the shadows of doubt seem to depart.

My eyes sting as they flutter closed,
Smoke dwindles away in an ashtray.
Somewhere, the microwave beeps persistently
And everything seems to be peaceful.

So, I stay clinging to midnight
And wish everyone else a goodnight.