(1) The insomniac night Is my part-time lover. It keeps me company, Conversing through the dark, shallow stillness. Jilted lovers of sleep We share our tales of betrayal, Weep and wet the wee hours And when the first purple dawns on the distant fringes, Night quietly leaves. In its sleep-deprived eyes, There is a promise to return. Yet again, when darkness falls And all else goes to slumber, We shall be awake. Part- time lovers – The night and I. (2) If these mute things arou