The big, black night is a hole in the wall
Through which every day gently slips
I tried, but I guess I am too small
So I lay me down to sleep
The big, black night is a pillow for all
But somehow when I lay down my head
It is not slumber, but whispers that fall
In the colors of love’s tangled thread
The big black night is a shoulder dark, broad
The world leans against it in rest
While you lean against every beat of my heart
Leaving nothing, but a void in my chest
The big black night tugs its hem to the ground
The earth is a grand, king-size bed
I’ve never slept in a bed that is round
Do you prefer crackers…or bread?
J~
H-m-m-m-! I think I'll have a saltine for my bed-time snack.
G'night~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!