GOOD NIGHT

As the stars

Fade,

And the night

Her caves of sleep

Open,

Breathing sighing

Reposes

Into tired torsos,

Silent prayers

On the roofs of pouting

Lips,

Stand robust.

Gentle with prayers

Go

And the good Lord

For the day’s

Activities

And for better

Tomorrows,

Thank.

With the brush of

Positivity,

Your pregnant tomorrows

Paint,

As Amens

Usher in cuddles

That you

To sound sleep,

Tug.