Sleepless

Lethargic mornings are spent trying to slap yourself awake
And restless nights when you toss and turn
Evening filled with unbearable exhaustion
But you don't have enough time to sleep.

Only the music can make you fall asleep
So when you wake, there's music in your ear
And, or course, earbuds or headphones.

Stars vainly sparkle to tell you to rest
The moon sighs with your every fidgety breath
Colors over the tree line in the morning say "shh"
And when it sets it wants to cradle you in it's arms.

It may seem that, indeed
We are cruel to nature.
But nature loves us
And would cradle us in darkest times.

You saw something lying in the snow yesterday
It was brightest red, and stitched
It was broken, yes
But when you picked it up and held it to your chest
It grew warm.

It was mine.