Night Song

You lay there in your thoughts, That unwelcome intrusion Like the tinnitus, that gift Given by the military, That remains until overtaken Either by sleep, or the alarm. Spirals like swirling black holes Capturing suns and planets Go round and round in your Head. Thinking of the direction Black holes swirl through doesn't Help. Do they have tinnitus? Loneliness is the only synergy With every star or passing comet. Touching that illusive gift of sleep And melting away into the night, That welcome amnesia of the Stars silently crossing space They also have ticking body clocks As they travel through time, Gently, silently, sleep overtakes you Like melting snow flakes.