I can’t think of a better medicine than stars for a ceiling.
– Yellowstone
::
Now I lay me down
(to sleep)
my fears
my tears
the tired
trappings of my heart.
A quieting restart,
this midnight sky.
My wayward soul to keep,
counting
(blessings)
clouds as sheep.
Standing still,
I wish upon the fallen.
Twinkle
twinkle
nightlight peace.
::
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the perfect lullaby …
Thank you so much, Kir.
Love the way you folded this together De — well lay me down and twinkle twinkle! 😉
Thanks, Rob.
Oh, De, I love your work so much – this is just beautiful. It made me sigh, it really spoke to me. Thank you so much for this.
Thank YOU, Sarah. Inspired by your prompt.
At first read this seems simple, a little before-sleep rhyme to lull one to rest, but there is a lot under the hood, and it all hums like a fine-tuned engine. A mixed-metaphor comment, but a sincere one. Loved this little existential lullaby, and it made me think of my own nights under the stars.
What a cool comment. Thank you so much.
Very sweet and well done!
I love how you hide so many bigger matters behind a veil of simplicity… especially this
Standing still,
I wish upon the fallen.