Tonight I’m going to forget,
Tonight I’m going to sleep,
Tonight I’m going to claim peace,
Through the kindness of a dream.

Mama’s palm on my face
Brings calm to my eyes,
Over flowingly conscientious.
Motherly fingertips
Are the warm rhymes
In perfect poetic lines:
- Seldom able to fully lace
Black and blue space.
Still, too beautiful,
Too remarkable,
To not be contemplated.

No need for complication
To be wrestled uncomplicated,
My rebel eyes revere.
No fear, now.

Closed, finally, are
The gates.
Oh, mundane life,
This time,
You’ll just have to wait…