Good night
Outside, the moon is a bright round orb with a misty cloud slicing across its face.
Inside, we lay together between soft cotton sheets of the palest pink
We talk softly to one another until our voices grow hoarse, our words slow.
Slowly we fall asleep, our conversation continuing in dreams.
Inside, we lay together between soft cotton sheets of the palest pink
We talk softly to one another until our voices grow hoarse, our words slow.
Slowly we fall asleep, our conversation continuing in dreams.