A Lullaby

A river’s edge,
hearing a tune I know that I know
but can’t place.

A lullaby…

And lights dance, like secrets,
whispered,
echoes of laughter,
carried soft,
ripples tug at dreams half-sewn.

Here,
the city leans close,
listens,
as moonlight hides between bridges,
and we—all knowing, not knowing—
breathe in the night,
exhale futures.

Moments gather like folded paper,
sharp and fragile,
yet unfolding,
catching currents only we can feel.