Insomnia Poetry

I have suffered from stints of insomnia since I was 12 years old. Sometimes I pass the hours by writing poetry. Here is a poem I wrote a while ago:

From where I stand I can see the people.

Their sadness, their melancholy.

I can see their dreams of tenderness and their hopes of life.

I can see their death and I can see their birth, their rebirth.

I feel their pain and their love, their embrace as ONE.

I see night's children sleeping in the fields of moonlight,

Each blade of grass stoking their faces, like wings of angels.

I can feel their release and they're dancing on mountain tops.

Along the clouds with the moon, suns and bodies of heavens.

And the people cry,

Because they know who hay are and it fades,

Like a light,

Going down from one darkness

into another . . .