mad rantings on a sleepless night

sleep elusive, like a teasing siren.
I ran,
pounding the path along the way.
I ran,
to the shores of the sea.
silver laced ink,
lullaby soft waves sounds,
sprinkles of glimmer,
and muffled screeches of the night,
sang sweetly to me.
waded in knee deep
sat on a jutting rock
born of the water, at home in the waters
but dry land yet, on the top
slowly the red devils ran away
slowly the blue quiet diffused into
the slowly unwinding madness in the heart
muscles relaxed
the tension faded
and i was at peace again,
cheating peace
so hard won
and bit by bit the sky turned blue
and little by little light aglow
and the gulls awoke, reminding me
of the every day world
sans magic and faery dance
of life awaiting
to be returned to
day begins with early dawn