3 A.M.
The only sounds
At 3 A. M.
Are ticking clocks
And electric static
Chirping
Like crickets
Lost in the walls
Otherwise
It is so silent
Only snores are heard
Between the tocks
And all the clicks
The stillness lies heavily
Like a warm blanket
Pulled over the head
In darkness protecting
Even this night light
So pale and yellow
Only anguish of lost days
and broken dreams
Remains to torment
The sleepless night
by Hugh M. Lewis
The Great Wall Revisited
Trails in the Snow
1991-1993
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Last Updated: 09/15/06