With night comes light…by Osalam Wosu 

MOONWATCHING

Knees pointing up and back on grass 

The chance to see her I dare not pass

Anticipating her beauty like that of a highborn lass

Which men of all ages yearn for,  gathering en masse
A glorified steward of the night 

Riding with raiment of celestial white

Ruling the dark with a scepter of light

And then submitting to aurorean might
Insomnia comes with every complete lunation

So I run to gaze once again on this apparition 

To look on you and your guards,  the stars; a tradition 

I have that is subject to eternal repetition
From waning to a waxing crescent 

The cycle you take so decent

During your heavenly ascent

Returning to Him from whom you were sent 
Forbearer of the orb that constitutes the day

For a while longer I wish you’d stay

And with your reflection in the water I’d play

Till when our goodbyes we’d say
A dusky night rides down the sky,  ushering in the morn

With the sun  just above the ears of corn

Leaving me sad and utterly forlorn

And the memory of our little date,  torn

INSOMNIA

What troubles me so

         in the peak of the night? 

And upon my sleep

         places a blight 

The moon today is not so bright 

This sleepless feeling 

        doesn’t feel so right
Abandoned by sleep,  left to wander the dark

A night void of sound, 

          even a dog’s bark

Upon me insomnia has placed.               his unholy  mark 

And cursed me to carry him

    like the priests wielding an ark
Oh! how annoying is the owl’s call?

I shiver at the sight 

   of a tree’s shadow standing tall 

I search everywhere for sleep.          into which I can fall

The memory of my last dream

      I no longer recall
He waxes stronger 

       with each complete lunation

Devouring my mind

        with no compassion 

And when the night is down to completion

Leaves on my face

         a lasting impression 
If only I could meet this fellow in battle 

And prove to him I am not cattle 

This discord of ours I’d settle 

And then switch to empty tattle

For I have grown fond of my tormentor 

With him I can imagine; 

       hence he’s a mentor

Friends have passed

        but he remained true

I always expect him that made me rue
All evil I said I do take back

Insomnia return, I’m one of your pack

I humbly accept this gift of your mark

I will not be tainted by sleep again;

            that unholy tack
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