| | no good-night kiss, just winking stars
floating to sleep, hung half-way between
the moon and the shrinking earth
suspended, without a mattress or a pea
for a princess.
one hundred and fifty years to dream
a Sleeping Beauty sleep, the injection
my spinning wheel spindle
weaving spells of slow motion
into the future.
climbing higher into space, sinking
deeper into sleep, tucked inside
our spaceship, silently waiting
one and twenty spacebirds, sleeping
in a frozen pie.
reaching further than a lifetime
flying beyond old nursery rhymes
a falling star singing lullabies
I wonder if a prince might wake me
with a kiss.no good-night kiss, just winking stars
floating to sleep, hung half-way between
the moon and the shrinking earth
suspended, without a mattress or a pea
for a princess.
one hundred and fifty years to dream
a Sleeping Beauty sleep, the injection
my spinning wheel spindle
weaving spells of slow motion
into the future.
climbing higher into space, sinking
deeper into sleep, tucked inside
our spaceship, silently waiting
one and twenty spacebirds, sleeping
in a frozen pie.
reaching further than a lifetime
flying beyond old nursery rhymes
a falling star singing lullabies
I wonder if a prince might wake me
with a kiss.
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