a nursery rhyme on a sunday night

the night guard.


a drop, a sigh, a moan
and embraces.
dark shadows of
curtains hide their faces.

a shiver, a burn, a mark
and resignations.
and here you are shining
with all your fabulations.

of dreams wrapped in
mirthful pain
and moons lining
all the magical canes.

and my stasis haunts me
in my darkness
and the night guards change their shifts.