warm nights

warm nights, in summer or winter...
sober or drunk for truth...
sleep never comes easy...
like a reason to see something...
if for the sun or memory...
all just fantasy...
explaining away another sleepless warm night...
answers for so many questions...
asked ignored or forget...
for the sanity that is on the verge of questions...
warm night this far in...
where did the rains go...
they brought comfort, the sleep...
that gave truth to sanity...
where did it go...
bring back the rains for sanity...
for sleep and for mercy...
even in the cold there is love...