Goodnight my love...

The sun has moved on to char the other side of the world.
Tonight, sweet sleep will not pour into me.
The sandman has forsaken this widowed soul.
You now slumber with angels forever more.
Goodnight my love, to every hour you sleep tight.
I wander these broken streets tonight.

Under the stroking hand of hushed sunset,
You walk beside me laughing, ever watchful.
Other times, I walk in your luminous shadow.
Your memory eludes me down this meandering path.
Goodnight my love, may you doze without fright.
I roam these broken streets tonight.

The first stars awaken for the night ahead.
I can no longer make a joke of the pain.
No mental stand-up riffs about death
Will quell this terrible longing.
Goodnight my love, may your dreams be happy and your head light.
I tramp through these broken streets tonight.

In the treetops the wind whistles a lonely tune.
I drank too deeply of my grief. 20
I find myself drown with cups of despair:
A poor vintage, bitter and morose.
Goodnight my love, may sleep hold you in the candlelight.
I pace these broken streets tonight.

The city of my love sleeps in the sound of falling snow. 25
My heart wails with an unheard concave scream.
All I do is wipe away cascading tears,
And police the demons tracking me.
Goodnight my love to all that is pure in your sight.
I slog through these broken streets tonight 30

The relentless moon strips back night’s black hood.
What if all we have is what lies here,
This lonely world, this troubled place?
I’ll have no reason to sleep or ever to wake.
Goodnight my love, don’t let the bed bugs sleep too tight. 35
I crawl through these broken streets tonight.

Like blood out of a wound, silence wells.
You have returned my faith to me,
No one could have given me any greater a gift.
Grace brought you to me; fate robbed you of this world. 40
Goodnight my love, this is the end of your plight.
I lumber through these broken streets tonight.

The full moon hangs in the trees like a lost balloon.
Under these cold, dead stars I petition,
God will give you back to me one day. 45
Then you’ll whisper “’Twas only a nightmare.”
Goodnight my love, go on your heavenly flight.
I stumble over these broken streets tonight.

Wind flings tattered clouds across the lunar face.
The shroud of night conceals all flaws. 50
I search for beauty concealed in the tragic.
Yet, no light can fill my frozen soul.
Goodnight my love, may your fears by trite.
I stagger these broken streets tonight.

Overhead nighthawks dive, soar and barrel loop. 55
Sheltered under a magnolia, not yet in bloom,
I slide ever downward into reverie.
Memories stacked like logs awaiting a fire.
Goodnight my love, nap in perfect delight.
I blunder through these broken streets tonight. 60

Cold fingers of snow are warmer than a lover’s touch.
You were the siren calling me home.
When the demons came I clung to your adoration.
Can you understand the fractured person I’ve become?
Goodnight my love, float away like a child’s kite. 65
I scamper through these broken streets tonight.

The wind subsides with a whistle-hiss of a departing train.
Nothing but time stirs in the trees.
The night is still as ashes in an urn.
But life continues churning within me. 70
Goodnight my love, may fortune be at its greatest height.
I limp through these broken streets tonight.

The vaulted sky is an inverted porcelain bowl.