Written by: Charlotte Puddifoot

My love, ink skies are sleep-deep sparkling silver sliver seas; light-spun lullabies will soothe, night sings on my tongue. I lie beside you and count the bright seeds of our children as soft petals of sleep fall from flowering stars. My crescent moon cradles you, soft starlight strobes caress you, kiss dark light, turn wrong to right. Dream, and pay love's price.