A poem about solitude and the night by David Tombale: Awake

Awake is about being alone at such a time when every sound and every sight seems to be meant only for you.

Awake

Some nights the shadows drift like

ships around the harbor of my room

and I alone am there to watch them sail,

when the stars flare like fireflies

bobbing in a glass jar of blue-black

skies I alone am there to watch them

flash.

This house is restless with the

sound of mouse paws and the little

clicks of cockroach feet and I alone

am there to hear them.

All night I sit beside her in a wicker chair

and listen to her breathe,

softly like summer winds that brush

across the grass.

I alone am there to watch her sleep as the

daylight begins to steal across the floor,

peeking past the blinds to shine a light upon

her smiling in her dreams and

I alone am awake to welcome Him

into this house.