Insomnia

The cats are meowing woefully nearby,
I hear somebody distant walking slow…
Your words were a delightful lullaby:
They’ve kept me up for three months in a row.
O, insomnia, you’ve come to me anew!
Your expression is, like always, frozen.
Tell me, beauty, tell me, outlaw - you,
Don’t you like the songs I’ve chosen?
White cloth curtains block the light of day,
Twilight slowly streams inside in blue…
Or are we comforted by news from far away?
Why is it I’m so at ease with you?