Lullaby

My mirrors are windows reflecting the marbled galaxies of my eyes;

It amuses me to look across into them

And see a station-full of people

That do not look back at me

Bustling across the frosty glass

Red letters dictating their destinations;

I am afraid to follow them.

Some days I spend my time perched upon the North Star

Amused by its unrelenting effort to forever be the brightest

And I urge on Diana

As the moon caresses her slumbering lover

My memory is as the white of pearls

It is burnt by the sun

But finds its place beside the resting wave of the moon;

Slowly, it governs the tide

It is the moon of the moon,

A satellite

I sleep against the shadow of the tree outside my window

As my poor heart weeps beside my soul,

And my veins turn purple and intertwine with its branches

As a green parrot from in between peach petals,

Sleeps silently over me

In the mornings when I wake,

The winds enfold me in a veil of sunshine,

And I smile as the summery bride

Of the ceaseless sea of winter sorrow,

And a vow paints my lips blue

As I lean forward to kiss the tide

I am my own muse I suppose,

Though that does not bind me;

What binds me is the woolen fleece laced around my sore tongue

That tickles my neck at the base where it forms a necklace with my shoulders;

The moon weeps at my reception,

And I turn back to comfort him

The sky melts onto our roof

And our eyes float over fireworks

We fall over circles of winds

As our eyes begin to sleep;

We are tired,

And you ask the moon,

"Is it not enough to love a soul?"

Thunder twists around our ankles

As we breathe in the fragrance of the stars that house souls,

They are citrus

It makes you smile;

Our dreaming figures walk to the end and lean over to watch the watery tears of cars pass us by

I begin to speak but it is in my mind;

Ropes of words lace through my fingers,

And stretch on endlessly towards the sky;

The moon catches them and with a gentle tug,

Hauls me towards him;

You look upwards and wave

As dew drops condense over your cheeks

The moon cradles me

And blankets me in satin gilded with reflecting mirrors;

As the sun awakens over our roof

And kisses your forehead,

I gather my heart and lament

~jhinuk