The night kisses me gently.

Runs fingers through hair

tells me, trouble child

when are you going to remember

how to close your eyes?

To cover the thoughts in your head

so you can dream?

I look into night’s eyes

tell him, sweet surrender

I will remember to dream

when you learn to tuck in

my anxiety, my imagination first.

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