Insomnia

I just scattered,

Investigating past my legs. 

For a short second I saw my spirit; 

Delicately, nimbly, and spooky moving,

To a tune without shading. 

A solitary tear drops delicately and easily slid down my cheek. 

No trouble, not from bliss, 

Simply a wanderer tear, shook 

From my dark, restless soul.