Sing me to sleep tonight!
"Ha!" she said as she pulled the leaf cover over her.
"That is not my job nor has it ever been."
And she slipped down into the veil of cloud and tree.
And I realized that no matter how the moon may pull the tide and blood, ultimately
it is up to me
to sing my own lullaby
Leaving room and space for that silver trace
Of her eternal face
As she travels the darkness so far