The Stars Kisseth Goodnight...


In distant slumbers, I ponder my own death,

In feared disarray, I long for beauty in breath,

To hover above life, spitting teeth one by one,

Drunk in sleep, feathered dreams in bird song,


Flying;

Butterflies flutter among the birth of day,

Sun;

Sun breaks a yawn of human release,

Wind;

Wind Strokes the cheek of a smile in pain,

Rain;

Droplets give the hint of a showered breeze.


I cry, tired and restless, pillow turns into motionless river,

I try, yet feeling helpless, treading liquid from gold to silver,

Darkness looms, a traveller in hazed sleepless plight,


As the moon sings to my wondering soul, the stars kisseth goodnight...


©️ Wayne Stubbs.