The sunset is pale
Coral with grey finger marks~
No bird sang today
The leaves wait like mouths
Now they are shutting their lips
They don’t get night feeds
All is calm and still
The moon is singing Mahler
Dead babies whisper.
Lullaby,the heart
Enfold all infants’ pathos
Dies with them daily
Forget not at night
Those for whom the sun is dead
They are stiff like dolls
How my heart sings 