Night Sounds Poem by Daniel Peter Jones

You sleep; I lie rigid and turn,
Also the books of the page,
Each crimple of folded paper;
Magnifies in volume as the hour burns
Us into silence,

The swollen hands of father's clock
Recites the mechanical speech, Tick,
Tick, Tick, he's performed everyday
Since his birth, to no applause,

The off beat, drips from the
Broken tap, Inox steel echoing
As pannists pound night water
Melodies, interupting your
heart beat.

Beneath the duvet of your eyes,
I see movement, flickering
Left, right, left, eye lids
Pushed like an unborn baby
Moving within the stomach,

You sleep sound, I think
And write, I analyse; Sounds
Imagery and the night.
Within the rhythm of the darkness
With her, I'm not alone,
I have my Insomnia.