good night world

nestled in my lion blanket

head pounding like ryo fukui on the keys

here’s to sleeping through the night

not waking ten times to the harsh light of emptiness filling the room

to not remembering my dreams

just floating weightlessly in the aether

suspended by gossamer threads

leaving this frail form

a trail of dust leading to peace

rehydrate my soul with the crystal clear waters of absence

slip beneath the surface

no ripples

alabaster whipoorwills singing as they guide me to the other side

can you hear them

they croon on

heedless of need

they caress my worn out limbs with feathery grace

good night world

perhaps i’ll see you again