Insomnia

Long twisted nights came together through open gates
It was as they collided that a flood of relief came falling down
Down without making a sound
It was only a feeling felt
The feeling of floating
That hovered over and then fell
And as it touched the non-sleepers
They found a slumber, as it had risen to tell
Speaking to them of dreams they had never received
And they accepted the whispers with ears too overly keen