rivulet no.1

your waves of lament
wash over me
lament

i can pray to the brightest stars
that my prayers might be answered
the ones who perch high above us all
and still like the moon, i will stay stuck

stuck, stucked.
the moon will bob and
float
in its lethargic mood in the ocean
sleep.

night sky (so oceanic!)
so fair (night sky)

return to me with your song nightingale
let me know im still breathing

return to me with your song nightingale.