The kite of night kisses life again
While the bright flower descended
Pivoting story of the night and day
But in every of it
Channels a sweet or bitter tale
From every humble creation
What's with your eyes tonight?
Are you in good spirit?
Smiling innocently like an infant
Only just by calling the baby's name
Maybe you are
And the story within it creates
A gentle lullaby
Swinging you while you're
Hugging your spongy pillow
Swinging you, till your eyes
Closes for a good night sleep
What's with your eyes tonight?
Are they crafting silent rain?
Longing to be blind to see no truth
Because truth hurts
Maybe you are
As you recently lost some important gems
And no sweet lullaby can ever
Fill the thirst, none for the night
Turning your pillow back and forth
Till you succumb to the inevitable
Little death
But as long as the enormous bright flower
Swim its way to the flying ocean
The kite of the night
Need to rest
Surely, morning will ascend
And the story will pivot once again
January 16, 2018
Mysterious Aries
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