Faint, fainter, faintest,
goes the winky cars
passing by.
Dark, darker, darkest,
goes the moonless
November sky.
Soft, softer, softest
goes the notes
of lullaby.
Sleepy, sleepier, sleepiest,
goes the tired city
whisp’ring goodbye.
Soon, sooner, soonest,
I’ll be near,
as another day dies.
—
11.06.2018
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Written while listening to Sara Bareilles’ City as my heart yearns for my he.
For dVerse Quadrille Wink