Insomnia

Wishful thinking

Isn’t all it might be.

Hopes wrapped in dreams

Stretching far beyond eternity.

Out of reach and out of time

Desperate questioning

Irrelevant “why?”

Answer in the unanswering.

Echoes sing to faraway stars

Of foreign melodies and familiar rhymes

Within reach

Just in time

They know of this imagined eternity

And sing it back to me