Good Night
i've made myself a beautiful bed
out of the tears your
rambunctious
and childish eyes
have never ceased to shed
i've made a pillow out of the silence
that flows through your tired veins
i've weaved my sheets
out of your grief and haunting pains
good night my silent heron
know:
nothing is to be cleansed
no filth to poison your eyes
it could be all truth
it could be all lies
the sun will rise and set the same
my lost begotten sleep
is calling,
fretfully crying my name
me,wearing out the dreams in your head
you, struming the wires of night
put down your wings
and cease your flight
good night.
