Lullabi Sailing Ship

Today’s has been registered, tomorrow has its exhibitions life has made itself open for newness to beat limitations such energetic body uses up the whole day to walk about it’s now time to sleep, day has flown out it’s past eight, the night should be a calm river the mind is alert, a need to massage the liver feeding on the joy of an apologue brief but sharp laughters showing the tongue a storied animal villain, evil its crush at the end, the black horse loses its tush no twists to these stories which astonish to the young mind, they lighten, clear and refurbish night tales to keep this soul in slake and gradually cajoles, not to be awake sleep oh child, your consciousness should derail before this current tale ends, in your dreamland you sail in some hours time, sunshine will lose its frenulum landing from its travel to grease the pendulum eyes are deem on a smiling face like a drunk epicurean sleeps through mummy’s words like an affluent baby European.