It’s wee hours when
the insomniac’s heart
resembles the moon
reflecting, focusing on
what needs to be done

*
Crickets chorus
with his snores
under the shiny moon
so cruel and bright
while flood swallow
other parts of the land
We wonder if it’s
his blunder or devil’s game
Doesn’t matter
We do our best
with the he-given strength
to overcome the days
and go forward

*
Bless the insomnia
for the subtler emotion
Time to reconsider
the old animosity
The rude outlander
peeping in the door
to provoke the maiden
Trickster?
He might’ve been
a clumsy angel
didn’t know how to deal
with sensitive humans
Delicate heart of the night
So the enemy is forgiven!

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)