Insomnia
The moon in the bureau mirrorthe_moon.jpg
Looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
But she never, never smiles)
Far and away beyond sleep, or
Perhaps she’s a daytime sleeper.

By the universe deserted,
She’d tell it to go to hell,
And she’d find a body of water,
Or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb Unrequited_Love_by_Elfdaughter.jpg
And drop it down the well

Into that world inverted
Where left is always right,
Where the shadows are really the body,
Where we stay awake all night,
Where the heavens are shallow as the sea
Is now deep, and you love me.


This poem is about unrequited love. The reader is lying awake at night watching the moon in the mirror and dreaming of the day the object of her love would return her affections. She personifies the moon, “The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) making the moon into the person who would tell the world to go to hell as she wishes that she could tell her love to go to hell for not returning her interest. She dreams of a day when the world might turn upside down and the man she dreams of may dream of her as well and tell her he loves her.