Poem: 'Lullaby'

goodnight, child sleep well.

the moon is smiling on you, and the stars wink, blink, at your radiant beauty childlike, surprised. and the sun, there, behind, (he’s there you know) wants desperately fervently to not burn you tomorrow.

may you have cotton-candy dreams that whisk you away into lands of blissful nothings of mild suns that twinkle wink blink like the stars and drench you in moonlight.

I will hold you, rock you, lull you, to sleep. what if my lullaby is made-up.

what if you are.