Night Without Sleep

Night Without Sleep
by Charles Henri Ford

Will I die if I sit in that chair?
The moonlight will fade my hair
though the watersnakes drown
the day I am found

Trees blowing the wrong way
hinder night’s becoming day.
Do bats calculate their flight
or does the daylight?

Father eats black bread,
while I eat white;
My sister wears one hat
and I wear nine.

When I die there’s no telling where
the moonlight will find my hair
But if I walked on the sea
between your bed and mine.
Should I reach it in time
or would sleep save me?