Sleepless Poems

Sometimes awake sleepless... Is it a mind racing, or longs for embracing... Sleep is fleeting, running for an unknown reason. How do I approach my sleepless encroach when its roach like nature skitters through my mind, pesting? Imagine warm, specificity in form lying beside me til morn, dreaming. Think not of what, or who, but where; places forward, roads ahead paving happiness...