I wish for a dozen fireflies and hummingbirds to dip and sing sugar into your ears as you fall asleep tonight. I wish for the stars to dance for you — just for you, and for the moon to make a private errand to your space to read you a story that is full of humans that are genu, and love, lots of love.
I wish your membranes to prop your organization so sweetly that it makes exit of everything today that didn’t feel like a bathtub after a cold walk in the violet mountains. I hope that you feel the ardour and the load of a million puppies as you lie down tonight in berth, that you feel their sweetened heavines on your line-up.
I hope that you fall asleep in a bottom full of petals of all the grandest heydays — sunflowers and red-faced rises and pink arises. I hope that your pillow hugs you a little when you get in, as if to say,” Oh! you’re here, I’ve waited all day .”
And if none of that happens I just wanted to tell you I am sure happy you are alive.