Ancient Beings

Bed between ancient beings,Roll in their gravityThey pull and sway. I wake up to new facesof swirling cloudsand chemical coloring,meteor tear dropsfall, garnish the rings around their fingersthey shine even brighter. Night sky melodies are what sing me lullabiesand I’m reminded of a home I’m too smallto inhabit.I bed beside the Earth,when I’m feeling tethered.