Insomnia

I’ve slept too much, of this I’m sure
Years and years of dreaming.
The flights over buildings
Trains into the ocean
The walking on hands,
Houses with no exits
Exits with no destination
Faces without names
People without faces
Orange balloons
Water rides
Flying, always flying
Landing on rooftops.
Forgetting my lines
Running down staircases
Elevators that go sideways
Or else jettison away.
That world will always be.
But Paris and London,
Venice and New York .
The Caribbean, the Taj Mahal -
Stages for my feet.
Those places may cease to be
Or else, perhaps my feet.
Insomnia is telling me
It’s time to stay awake.
No more closed eye
For dark to dance upon.
Eyes open to the light of new days.