Goodnight

“Goodnight”

Goodnight. Goodnight.
Dreamland, awake and slay me—
Let me bleed in the moonlight.
I’m lonesome, dying to be free.

I watched you fall in love
With a faceless form.
To think, I thought it was me
Who would always keep you warm.

There is sorrow when you do not arrive,
I feel the thunder in my heart.
And it hurts with every beating
When I wake and I am still alive.

You won’t see I bought you a bouquet,
You never kissed the tears from my face
When I waited by the doorway,
And you never came that day.

I asked you to speak to me,
You told me I was ill.
I saw you in the moonlight
Upon the crownless, starry hill.

I climbed to reach you with a promise,
A promise that I could keep.
But in the end, it was only vision
When I was happy in my sleep.

Goodnight, goodnight,
Dreamland, awake and slay me—
Let me bleed in the moonlight
I’m lonesome, dying to be free.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle