The night air is cold
Too cold.
It reaches out for me.
Intimidates me. I need my savior!
Come here my blankie!
Call the night sky blue
But it looks black.
A vast abyssal depth
I'm never in it's hands
Only in my blankie!
You sing me a lullaby and I close an eye
Sing me another
Do kiss me shy.
But don't forget my feet, they need warmth too!
Underneath my blankie. (:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem