Lullaby

The curtain of night is falling, a canvas of moon and stars and satellites painted across the heavens above where the keeper of dreams is softly calling you. Your name is the same as mine, I whisper it as I kiss your brow and smooth your hair, your eyes gently closing as you are borne away toward morning time. With a nursery rhyme looped in my head and the toys of love held in my hands I bid you goodnight from the pale landing light with a heart that is yours 'till the end of all things, each beat keeping time whilst you sleep in your bed. I will guard the flame whilst you slumber, be there for you when you awaken; all I ask in return is that when I am gone you will keep a small pocket of memory for me and never forget who I was and how I loved you through all those childhood nights.