I learned a new process today.
It’s called a chillum(z).
I thought I had been around.
I was wrong.
And unhealthy….

Stars above,
glistening the sky.
Golden teardrops fall from high.
The weary moon begins to die,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The wind blows soft,
the leaves flow far.
The night falls and tumbles hard.
The stars align,
the moon now cries,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The sun slowly rises.
The stars slowly die.
The night loses feeling,
the day comes alive.
Morning creeps slowly,
night falls behind.
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

Mourning doves outside
Singing to partners unknown
Echo in twilight

I want to be the cup
you leave on your desk,
forgotten but always there,
collecting warmth from your touch.

I want to be the moonlight
slipping through your curtains,
unnoticed, but still lingering,
softly tracing the lines of your face.