Night Game

Sand runs Wind and waves chase, close behind The whole earth just a game of tag Thoughts run I chase, follow each one My head on my pillow, Eyes closed, mind open Hands move to twelve No more friendly tag Agonizing game, constant game Sheep run, prevent sleep Too many thoughts and sheep to count I chase them Strange game Hands move to two Staccato rain begins Joins the hands' song A whole symphony of night sounds All drained of their power, stopping their game Now that I sleep Hands are still