Anonymous: What if we hadn’t been each other at the same time? Would you tell me all the stories from when you were young and in your prime? Would I rock you to sleep? Would you tell me all the secrets you don’t need to keep? Would I still miss you? Oh, would you then have been mine?... If I were the night sky, here’s my lullaby. Lullaby to leave by, if I were the night.
sing sweetly softly saintly hymns with that kindness seeping through dim, dusty sibilance of dusk — your silent eyes sang cosmic secrets. perhaps the white wicker chair that held such sleep eluded time, for we have always sang with the night.