Sleeping
Lullabies of thunder and gore
On a wet night's tremors at my mother's coastal shore
I heard the hum of your pitch dark delight,
Roaring with wraith o'er the lagoon
Raging tides and wreaths lo-where shroom.
That's when I heard you bouncing off the shadows.
Another folly night in the jungles of board and milky turns of rocks, I saw you whistle past the bamboo blades.
But it was on the terrace of my paternal home that I saw the insignificantly significant red fireflies on a pitch dark night embraced in palms,
I felt your touch by mangroves and pines.
You come again to lull me to slumber
Thundering bolts refrain from shallow rompers.
Take me with your silent coos and moos.
Light my dirge and moan for moons.
Let's overthrow the albatross and harrow the silvesteros.
Send my greetings to the land of doon.
I am en route, already my beau
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Sleeping
Lullabies of thunder and gore
On a wet night's tremors at my mother's coastal shore
I heard the hum of your pitch dark delight,
Roaring with wraith o'er the lagoon
Raging tides and wreaths lo-where shroom.
That's when I heard you bouncing off the shadows.
Another folly night in the jungles of board and milky turns of rocks, I saw you whistle past the bamboo blades.
But it was on the terrace of my paternal home that I saw the insignificantly significant red fireflies on a pitch dark night embraced in palms,
I felt your touch by mangroves and pines.
You come again to lull me to slumber
Thundering bolts refrain from shallow rompers.
Take me with your silent coos and moos.
Light my dirge and moan for moons.
Let's overthrow the albatross and harrow the silvesteros.
Send my greetings to the land of doon.
I am en route, already my beau
