The Goodnight Song

Old,
I am.
I start to dream
and suddenly
I am
this passing thing.

Tall windows
light up the walls
and
the shadows cast
will guard my bed.

Snow
falls:
It’s gathering out
upon the street
as
a girl walks by.

Slow
rhythm.
An easy heart-
beat
is lulled to sleep
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