'Insomnia' From The Series 'Moon Rivers'

'Insomnia' From The Series 'Moon Rivers' Insomnia please, release me. Of the endless tumbling thoughts, that crowd my mind with meaningless drivel, That can all wait until the morning comes. Like a needle stuck in a groove, my mind repeats and returns endlessly. Playing the same tapes, asking the same questions ,asked only an hour before. Or was it two? How long have I lain here? Kidding myself that soon the sandman will arrive. And I will slip easily into noddy's land. Where the dreams begin, My eyes filled with sand. It is not yet getting light, so all is not lost. Some slumber may be found. Before the seagulls scream, in dawns chorus call. For now, all is quiet and still. My daughter snores gently in the next room, And I envy her peaceful, dreamswept breaths. Autumn is now in the night air, A distinct and orange chill. As the seasons change I feel it more, Like the trees, I am pregnant and full. Ready to drop, release all this weight, Onto quiet cushioned, woodland floors. And slowly let go, Of all I think I know. Forgive and forget. Let the old life die, the new one begin. The second half is here, It is time to dig in. Get ready for winter, retreat and withdraw, Into caves and under red duvets And hopefully Finally To snore. Petra Creffield 2005