My lady (goodnight)
Too tired to tell you
the stories you gave me;
too tired to show you
my latest tattoos.
My body is covered
in bright, fearful colours
that keep me awake
with wild fever dreams.
My Lady, I’m tired.
The shadows are rising
like flames
on a funeral pyre.
Too tired to fly now,
to follow the sparks;
too tired to bring you
this old, burning heart.
The light is now dying;
the night is an ocean.
My body like driftwood
moves with the tides.
Too tired to struggle,
too tired for survival,
I send you these whispers
to sweeten your night.
My Lady, come closer,
my lips to your ear now.
I send you these whispers,
my Lady, goodnight.