good night

fireflies and city lights

pull me into a lullaby

illuminating the asphalt

as the road awaits the sun

my head sinks into a pillow

and a million other skies

hands transcend into tranquility–

i am another midnight cloud

allow the quiet to embrace you

as you’d do for a friend

let the respite wash over your skin

(worry not, it’s okay to digress)

my, such an outlandish fantasy

to dream of a peaceful sleep

of the autumn breeze visiting

to brush its color on my cheeks

there is only stupor’s winter

and it refuses to leave my chest

i am weighed down by the ice,

my body is swallowed into the snow

turning me lethargic, and so

i await for the cold to transform

into an ocean–a great abyss

into a ‘something better than this’

so i begin to float, an empty husk

like all buoyant things do

my eyes begin to drift away

to morpheus’ whereabouts

(or somewhere else, i would not know)

they stray

still i yearn, despite how hapless

for a good night's sleep today

i hope that you too rest well, darling

good night, good night, good night.