Sleep eludes me tonight. My old friend, Insomnia, she has come a calling. Sometimes she knocks at my window whispering worry and concern and I do my best to send her on her way. Not this time; This time I have invited her in, made her a cup of tea and played her some quiet music. I am fairly certain that, if there is a goddess of insomnia, she must get lonely from time to time. I think that tonight, I will see what she has to say for herself, she has been known to whisper wisdom from time to time

Crow, from high, watches them pass.

Dark eyes, casting no judgement, wonder

That they see without seeing, move

Without purpose, a strange dance

Ancient Oak, old god of the forest,

Stretches to embrace those that forget

that, at his bark they rested and felt

the touch of leaves holding the wind.

Water streaming 'its melody from

bank to root and hidden stone,

calls the names to those who pass

that they would hear The Song of All Things

once more.