When the sun says goodnight
And the moon says good morning,
The crickets wake to begin a new story.
The morning is done so a night can begin.
The sweet night air cools the skin.
With a lingering touch
She crawls into your bones.
Her sudden sting will not last,
After our souls are numbed with a soft lullaby.
A sudden fatigue will grab at your heart,
And you'll lose the self
you never thought about.