early to bed
and early to rise
for tonight is the night
that your enemy dies

for not all who wander
will ever be found
and we know time will put
all our foes in the ground

so close your eyes tight
and let loose your sorrow
if they don't die tonight,
they will die tomorrow.

When I hear that unheard lullaby
It makes a deep hole inside me
maybe, it reminds me of your heartbeat
If there's any memory in your mind
that I couldn't fill; a gap between us.
It wasn't your fault, if couldn't make it there
In the middle of June.

Lull my body
dull my self,
    ye good poet of mine;

I could use some lullaby
at this starry night—starry
stars in heavens, creations
from the comforter;
oblivion now seemingly a synonym of
blissful state of a mind;
countless stars—starry are they,
boundless thoughts—wild, rowdy
thoughts and imaginations
un-checked, stimulating,
eager to be loaded and fired,
    and so on, et cetera.

They are crossing the sky
dressed in a hue of midnight.

    I think of my late-night coffee
    to be some reason for this,
    but I'll never be sure, still.

We can't ever offfer
That inside sleep
Of solitude and peace.
Yet this promise
We will keep.
Wake or  asleep,
We are with you.
Always.

So, Sleep, Ciaran. Sleep.
Let no one claim your dreams;
Listen to your childhood rhymes;
Worry not of place or time,
For all is still
As it seems.

Oh! Sleep, Angel. Sleep.
Shield your heart
As a secret power
In your waking hours.
Spread your winged smile
With candescence,
To brighten, and alit,
Where Angels sleep.

Tiptoe to my nights
with tender steps
Unlock the windows open
Guide my thoughts to where they belong

Sing me a lullaby of your presence
On a moonlight night in September
the warm light falls upon her window
your shadow twinkling over
breathing her in
ethereally
The moon once watched melancholy


- Moza

Sweet talk to me babe,
It’s magical,
sweet --

Nothings whispered in my ear,
Your fingers find mine in the darkness
And I can feel your heart thumping
Through the surface of your skin

That feels like soft petals drifting on a spring wind
Windy days are the worst
I feel light enough to be blown away
Away from you and from the past

Past the houses, people, love
Of the times when I was truly happy
Happy that I was not happy
Happy that it was imperfectly

Formed through the few months I knew you
But did I know you? I didn’t
How can this be true
I loved you
I really did

I can’t do this
I can’t write anymore
I feel the pain from you
And tears welling up in my eyes
And now I really feel like
Maybe there’s no turning back
Maybe I will be stuck like this forever and ever
For all the things I could have done and didn’t do
Because I was scared, naive, stupid
Not good enough
I’m never good enough
Not for myself, not for others
My crushed dreams wilt in my heart
And cry rivers of blood
They threaten to choke me
When I least expect them
Someone help me
I can’t get out
I cant
I

rest
your eyes just for tonight,
i will kiss your forehead
and you will be alright
they say say blood is thicker, then every
colour fades to white.

our planetary existence has been
intertwined
and forever your dreams they
will be mine

we were raised to be our future
selves,
our past is over and i can
tell
that together
we'll all crumble down
my sweet little kitten
don't you
frown

these pointed daggers on our heads keep us
tacked into our beds
we only awaken
at the very end
all this time i spent thinking
enemies were friends

this rainbow will soon die
out,
there is no time for us all
right now

take my hand and never let me
go
we missed the start of our own
show
for now and forever together we'll
be
the heros of our own
history

wasting time trying to fix the
past
instead of making these dreams

last.