The blues hit again this morning

Insomnia has held its grip for long

I wish I could sleep for sometime

Turn the tides along with the sides

The whites become hazier and

It is getting harder to see in the light

The darkness too has its beauty

See, look at the stars that fill the sky

Purple, that is what I long for the most

Of lavender fields and sunsets

Of fragrances that emanate from within

And love that seems so far away