DJ19: The Night Went Pouring

Volumes differs with gust of howling wind, 
Under vaguely blinking stars, 
Lullabies and the howling wind meet. 

Dreamland is where many are entering, 
In there, secret lovers get to meet. 

My memories are turning into empty space, 
In the list of love, 
Perhaps in the beginning, 
I was never meant to have any place. 

Fury curled beside me,
Looking at me so gently and saying,
'Silly mummy, you are forgetting, 
We are on each other's list.' 

Tonight's pouring is just as washing, 
Washing to bestow graces in blessing. 
Dear World, 
May all of you have that sound and peaceful sleep.©Destiny92712