Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Good Night

I suddenly very much want to say you Good Night
Exactly like yesterday
Your soft hair between my fingers
Crescent moon hanging in tranquility

I suddenly very much want to say you Good Night
Like the light flute, a pure creek flowing through

I so much want to whisper you a warm Good Night
into your ears
But the vine twists
I really don't know how
Good Night, Good Night
My dear, Good night

No comments:

Post a Comment