Insomnia

She had challenged coffee

By drinking it so precariously in the night.



And the remnants of Kenco

Sent the girl upon a journey,

In company with the creatures of the night,

She and them sat together

Hooing nocturnally in an unrehearsed melody.



Her hooing was not nsync with these fictitious owls,

Rather their mellifluous sounds were with a clear purpose,

A drive to remain awake in worship of their Lord,

In stark contrast to her own mistaken endeavor,

A choice to quench her thirst with something more appealing.



As she sat among these creatures

Feeling ashamed for her purposeless insomnia,

Others joined her for a midnight nightcap,

And in fluttered her neuroses,

Accompanied with its pal narcism.



It was a most peculiar sight,

This hypothetical tree branch now beheld

The girl, sandwiched between her own imaginary selfs’,

and enclosed further between the two wise birds.



Without hesitation,

Neuroses and narcism

Began to coin the reasons

For her current state,

Offering reasons for

Why sleep was not befriending her tonight.



They presented their findings,

The moonlight glorified their display,

As they evidenced past detrimental actions,

Footnoted religious doctrines,

Provided instances of forgotten memories,

And soon gigantic balls of salty droplets

Fell from the figmentational tree branch.



She sat in turmoil,

With sleep nowhere in sight,

Her selves’ were not looking to conclude any time soon,

And the hoo-ing was now

Joined with a most

Unwelcomed whimpering.



This new backbeat was more than what these

Owls had bargained for,

They were already sharing a tight space,

Tolerating a backdrop of idol chit-chat,

And so the two owls

On either side of the unwelcomed guests,

Spread out their glorious wings

Covering the mouths of the noisy couple,

Whilst still continuing their transient trance

Of remembering their Creator,

Settling the girl’s anxious heart.



Amongst the backdrop of harmonious sounds

The girl finally found rest.

Perched Somewhere

Bismillah Ehrehmaan Niraheem,

She sat humming –

perched against the side of the star 

she had been placed upon –

swinging her feet from side to side,

with the beat of the nightly,

mysterious croak.

It was cold –

she thought –

she inhaled slowly and then 

slowly exhaled warm air 

on to her bare arms.

One of her plaits had come undone –

she pulled out the white ribbon and–

attempted at redoing it.

She was failing miserably –

her hair had never come as lose as it had tonight –

she wondered how she had managed to do it the first time.

I don’t see why you’re trying –

it won’t hold anymore.

The voice had startled her –

making her hand tremble –

a gust of cold air lifted the white silk from her palm

and carried it to wherever it had been directed to go –

which was clearly away from her.

She sat up straight – quickly sorting out her hair and her posture –

it had been a while since Soul had spoken to anyone – let a lone a boy.

Who are you?

She asked, politely looking around in the dark surroundings for a familiar face.

Oh finally –

its about time you heard me.

Heard him?

What did he mean by that?

Well it means, just what I said –

I’ve been talking to you for so long –

it’s about time you took notice again.

About time to hear him?

Yes of course –

who else would I speak to –

someone else’s Soul?

Someone else’s soul?

what was he talking about?

who was he and?

how long has he been speaking to me for?

One question at a time – 

 you know –

I never grow tired of reminding you who I am –

you are after all mine.

Reminding me?

his?

Well, Soul –

in answer to your previous question –

# makes a royal horn sound #

# laughs #

I am Mate –

And I’ve been speaking to you –

for –

I don’t know how long –

from the point when you stopped hearing me.

I forgot him?

but that’s preposterous?

I think I would remember someone who was sharing a star with me.

How do you know I’m even on this star –

it’s because –

this is all familiar to you, Soul –

deep down you know I’ve been here all along.

He was right –

I knew he was here, with me –

on this star –

but how could I have forgotten he was here?

It’s the wait –

the wait drives everyone to forget –

even me.

He had forgotten me too?

but how?

I mean we’re right next to each other.

Being patient is not your strongest asset –

Soul –

I get impatient and forget too –  

but not as much as you –

soon you’ll stop hearing me.

How could anyone wait?

it had been so long –

even time could not place a time

she had been waiting, it seemed like forever.

I’ve been waiting too –

just as long as you –

when it is Willed –

then we will be together.

And how much longer would that be?

just a peek –

a slight glimpse of him –

surely then –

she would never forget again.

Don’t do that, Soul –

stay perched against the star –

look we’re leaning on the same side –

is that not enough –

you know I’m here, Soul –

I’ve always been here –

Soul I told you –

SOUL!

She –

of course did not listen –

and as she tried to peak on to the other side of the star –

she fell in to the night.

But Mate was no fool –

he had anticipated this –

long before the idea had sprung in to Soul’s mind –

he was after all her mate.

He peeled the star from –

beneath his feet –

like a cheese string –

and with this –

he created a rope –

which held Soul –

from her feet –

and stopped her falling in to the abyss.

Are you alright?

how many times are you going to do this, Soul –

you’re going to have to hang again –

until the star is Told to pull you back up again.

Look –

I’m as real as you are –

why do you have to see me –

you know I’m here –

in time –

the side of the star that separates us, will melt –

then you can see me –

but not until He wills it –

be patient.

You know what would have happened if you had fallen –

you would have landed on someone else’s star –

and been with someone who was not your Mate –

Soul, please, I beg you –

be patient –

we will be together, eternally.

Let us first prove our devotion to Him –

He will unite us –

He made me –

and then you from me –

remember Him –

and stop looking in to the night so much –

it makes you forget Him –

and with it –

me.

She hung from a star –

How she had gotten there –

She had no idea.

With only one half of her hair plaited –

And the other half remained untied and untidy –

She had been staring so deeply in to the night 

from the moment she had fallen- -

She could not recollect the events 

that had transpired before.

She must have dropped her ribbon –

and in trying to catch it –

must have fallen –

or something –