The Beating of the Heart

It's what I do when the world is asleep
when the moon casts shadows of azure deep
It's what I do when midnight falls
when memories come haunting with siren calls
It's what I do when shooting stars cross
when dreamers are murmuring of other lives lost
It's what I do when the sandman stalks
when the reasons for waking are reduced to mere talk
It's what I do when night's swallowed day
when there's room just to listen without disarray

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Prompt: It's what I do in the middle of the night.
(A Writer's Book of Days)