Close my multi-colored eyes to sleep,
And dream about clouds that weep.
The lullabies play, with words so deep,
I drift away, replaying memories to keep.
Stars continue to shine bright,
Their luminous glow is here every night,
And I open my eyes to their light,
It's an amazing and beautiful sight.
Lullbies die down, but the music would still play,
As I begin to sink into memories to drift away,
I remember they were played yesterday,
I will always remember what that voice would say.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~