Solace

Every night, a planet is born
Where infants loiter in their abode
Where little girls wear stars on their hair
Where little boys sail ships of pirates

A place where a lass loses her trims
And wades in waters on her whims
Where a lad jilts his armour
And basks in the tickling light & wind

A world where kings desert reigns
And build sandcastles under golden skies
Where paupers smell freshly baked bread
And sing on a hammock by a rustic cottage

An earth where even hooves of warhorses retire
To a dream of grazing in verdant pastures
And fumes morphose to aurora
Or honks fade to nightingale’s songs

When the moon is lost in her eyes,
The white eye-lashed blue sea,
The elixir to humankind blankets;
This night is the solace, our Hope.

 

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