the good-night
Before you slip away, the moment happens,
and I am made of endless words.
I say none of them.
Instead I smile, settle deeper into my pillow,
thinking of you, remembering that there is time
to tell you all the things that you are,
and all the perhaps things you will be.
Instead I say good night.
Your name is what I hear when I am sleeping,
a promise and a fear.
copyright 2008
b. lipton
and I am made of endless words.
I say none of them.
Instead I smile, settle deeper into my pillow,
thinking of you, remembering that there is time
to tell you all the things that you are,
and all the perhaps things you will be.
Instead I say good night.
Your name is what I hear when I am sleeping,
a promise and a fear.
copyright 2008
b. lipton