Love of Insomnia

I climb out of my widow
As the morning room raises

The dew from last behind form the midnight sky
Brushes my cheeks

My cat meows as if to say “good mooring”
As he joins me on the roof

The sky still have a tint a gray
In the beautiful blue

a bird lands near me
and sings its morning song

This is my would
No one else will see

As that thought enters my brain
I wonder

Does that make me feel alone or free?