In Somnia

The hours passed so quickly last night, my eyes wide awake and restless. But the minutes turned to words, the restlessness turned to fervor, and by the time the clock passed morning, my head was swimming but my heart racing. Mere hours passed before it was time to rise again; the day stretched impossibly long ahead. Still, all day my heart was light, work a joy. Evening came with heavy lids and yet here I am, again, awake and relentlessly sprightly.

I will not question the energy, from where it comes. I will not question the light heart, the moment's rest. The winter is long, and dark, and unending. Every burst of energy is a treat to be savored.

Even if the night finds me sleepless, again.