wake up

I caught myself
wondering about
I don't know what.
and on my shelf
I caught the wonder
of time passing by
through my heart beats.
I still think
about the dream
that comes and stays
and never goes
because it's itself
and I'm nothing besides
what the dream makes of me.
and I rest in insomnia
wondering about dreams
that catch me asleep
wide awake at night
beneath the moonlight