A Sleepless Night Comments

My hand dances in the memory of a million vanished stars. Beautiful poem.10

liked the title..and poem was also pretty good

A Sleepless Night seems as a metaphor for the long night of winter, itself a metaphor for the darkness of life; spring has finally come, it's good to be alive, and because man is alive he can lay his head anywhere, but of course this freedom of living came at a price: a million vanished stars, now only a memory.

wonderful poem! -Portia

I agree with G. Murdock. Yet, there is something quite intriguing about the last line. It does bring to mind the NT quote: The Son of Man has no place to rest his head. Does that change the meaning?

good overall, not in a particular way...not a line which is exceptional. More like a fine car is made of many ordinary parts.