She sang herself to sleep every now and then
As the tears trickled down her tiny face
During those nights, no one heard except for the pillow case positioned under her head
And the mattress served as a barrier for the demons that lived beneath her bed
As the sun buries itself into the sea,
Its flames die out and so does she
Nights are when she crosses out the days left on her beating skin
Dawns are when she peels off dry scars and have her cuts covered in bandages
Solitary lullabies are what keep her sane
But the words leave the mouth of a battered child yearning for the company of another,
But she is all that will remain

n.j.

You're the first person I think about
When I wake up in the morning
You're the last person in my mind
Before I go to sleep
Thinking about you is where my nightmares have vanished
So my sweet dreams can begin

I think about you. All the time. Every second of a minute, every minute of an hour, every hour of a day, every day of a month.

Even right now in utter silence, with just the purr of the fan and the clicking of keyboard keys as I type are heard, you are in my mind. You are in my mind, and I wish - if it's only possible - that you'd fall from my head, just as how you are in my vision - angelic - to my arms so I can embrace you, place my head on your chest, and just drown all other noise as I eavesdrop to the thumps of your heart.

But I looked at my arms and what I saw is my pillow. My favorite pillow. The one I talk to when I very much miss you. The one I cry to when all I wanted is for your shoulders to catch my tears. The one that put me to sleep many a night as the idea of you float in my head. I close my eyes and think of you. And in my dreams you are smiling. In my dreams you said you do miss me too. In my dreams you never let me go until I stopped crying. In my dreams I am sleeping soundly beside you with your breath as my lullaby.

Then I'd awake. Open my eyes. And think of you again, almost involuntarily. 'Cause I cannot stop, and I think I never will.

I love you.

*I really do.

When I got afraid of the boogeyman
or I felt like the air is colder than usual
no matter how silly it might sound
he'd spare some of his time
to let his wrapping arms and long kisses
sing me lullabies to sleep at night

It was my dream but
It wasn't mine to take
So I didn't know what
To do but stay awake
Waiting for it to go away

but it didn´t
it didn´t

If I closed my eyes I
Would draw up your shape
Holding on to hope that
Only a dream can make
Waiting for the trance to break

but it didn´t
it didn´t

I am falling asleep
I´m dreaming about you
You were never mine to keep
You always knew

But I didn´t
I didn´t

So don't let night set
Don't sing me a lullaby
Don't make me forget
That we said goodbye

Cause I didn´t
I didn´t

These beautiful stars shine bright
In front of a skyline filled with ink.
Then as if on cue They start to sing
The night's most beautiful Lullaby.

So I count the stars And wonder what they are
I count and I wonder Every moonlit night
Searching for answers, as time passes by.
Hanging on strings Swinging high in the sky,
These graceful figures seem to dance To A melodic lullaby.

I listen, as I look And suddenly I see,
Each little star, Is a precious memory.
And From the safest of places,
I stare in awe, At the little lights,
Beautifully painted on this canvas of night.

I climb up my ladder,
Right to the top, Into the cool night air.
And I hold out a hand To gently grasp one,
And I quietly watch these beautiful memories
Play out before my eyes.

These bright little stars Now seem to play
The nights most solemn and beautiful Lullaby.
These Little lights Attached to a string of mine,
Softly touch my heart As they sing
Humming the night's peaceful lullaby

And Above the world Where I dare to dream,
I listen to This lullaby
Filled with happiness and hope
Bringing light to life
In this darkened world

To You, they simply exist
Waiting to be be preserved.
In a picture,
In a book,
In a mind.

But To me,
they are writers, They are singers,
They are made of a beauty
A joyful song
That cannot be contained

With time They will fade.
And Someday, they will be gone.
But tonight These stars shine bright.
They shine with faith And hope.
These stars dance And they sing.

And these memories play
As the stars Seem to compose A performance,
This graceful play, Made just for me.
So I count the stars, These infinite memories,
As they appear each night in the sky.

I need to show
This beautiful sight
I need others to hear the singing
And I want others to know,
The beautiful song of the stars.

Then I watch the stars leave,
And watch them fade.
Although just for the day,
And the moon leaves the sky,
When the sun comes to play.

But when Stardust covers the floor
Where galaxies swirl, Where these gentle lights
Gracefully twinkle and twirl,
I laugh and I smile, And I get up to dance
to the beautiful music of the stars.

I can sleep tonight
because your voice
reminded me
of grandma's lullaby