Sleep, drops in at odd times
like the secret lover,
comes after midnight.

While it stays,
takes me to forbidden zones,
to graveyards of the past,
and to mysterious world of tomorrows.

So often leaves after wolf-hour
before dawn
I stand by east window
to see off this nightly restless visitor.

My wide open eyes
follow the escape route of Sleep
all the way to eastern-sky, where   
Venus, Jupiter, and Mars reside.

I stargaze by the window
until predawn glow pales the blue sky,
before daybreak veils the stars.

Sleepless and hazed
I attend to daily routines,
take a break here and there
and wonder,
will the absentee-Sleep return
to my bed, will it stay a little longer?

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