Midnight Conversations

Tomorrow will come again
With a dusty breeze that threatens the weightless ones
There is something about holding on to the night
Being wrapped in arms where all sanity is kept aside
All logic, all sense of time is thrown to the cold
Calling all the jokes by one name, the giggles by another
Throwing all tingles of sleep into the fire that warms us
We do not watch ourselves. It’s just closed eyes,
Calm sighs and quiet borrowed from the dark
Tomorrow will come again
And all we will have is a spiteful jacket
Blue and useless as we shiver still.

LARDO