Midnight Lullaby

The moon nearly full
From the crowd, a request heard
To sing you to sleep

Might these be called songs?
Words etched in nothing but bits?
From fingers static?

If you say it's so
I would not deny rhythm
Or steal heard meter

So from lonely roof
So from (this) ivory tower
I sew tune to dream

For dreamers that call
Knowing no other number
Tossing out pebbles (πŸ“±?)

Soulmates all around
What else could one be wanting
When dreamscape is yours (Yours)?

I know no other
Lullaby that can soothe me
Quite like midnight does

I would imagine
(I'd imagine anyway) With the reverb minimized
And the distance closed

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