Sleep

Sleep eludes me on days like these,
The winds when surf the lands slow,
Bereft of the cold, the sweet serenade it sings,
The nights that are laden with clouds,
Thunders that ruptures threads,
Inside and out, spiritual and material,
I close my eyes in silence sometimes,
Sometimes pervaded by the blaring sounds,
Of strangers and accomplices,
For sleep eludes me on days like these,
The earth below sinks,
And I smoke a cigarette…….