Night Lullaby
You are sad about yesteryear being shinier. Seashore
adorned with sharply thrashing
waves. You sense your languidness before your
skinny-dip. How much can we afford
not to have? Our kids are not yet born
and time is running out. You foresee the lull of the sky
in its dusk, the unforgettable rainbow in the rainforest.
Then the nebulae are condensing.
The truths are topped off.
