Lullaby
As the soft haze of sunrise
creeps over the mountain steppes,
and the glowing embers of stars
slowly fade in the lilac sky,
when the moon finally murmers
a final goodnight
and slips into invisibility,
that is when my eyes
fight to remain open.
That is when my mind and body
fight to sleep, to dream,
to escape this reality
into a different realm where
the possibilities are endless.
Perhaps tonite I'll fly.
Or perhaps tonite my dreams within
dreams will come true.
The soft glow of mornin
sneaks across my floor,
as unconsciousness sneaks across my psyche.
A sigh, and a smile,
and a long kiss goodnight.
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