Good Night: a poem


Staff Writer
We find peace
when the world only has
yellow, red and white
The moon becomes closed
So do stars, just feet away from my side
We are sliding down from the top of a hill
but our car is flying in the sky
May I become a spark
joined beneath the sea of light
and make my final wish:
Sing me a lullaby, somebody,
as I drown in the silent sea
So I hear a voice from the wind
It whispers good night, good night