Good Night

Good night kisses from the four corners of the globe,

where Mariners till their golden ores gently from side to side,

marrying the moon with the tide,

spelling silver ripples to bathe the shoreline

in seamfoam carresses.

Where maidens half-formed pisces whole-formed Magdalenes

do dream of forests so thick that green becomes black as night,

where tree trunks span the horizon like castle collumns

reaching up to graze the sky in shadowy starlit kisses.

Where an old man sits and makes fire by the tide.

where young children spin and sing lullabies by his side.

Where all the things the world has ever dreamed of are safely kept,

where all the darknesses hold tight the silence and the tide

to find the Dawn of their fruition,

where in words,

if like in two hands,

or arms encirlced,

I could give you in a single moment,

what would light the flame

that spans accross

a thousand

destinies,

where I could give you everything,

from there,

a kiss good night.