xx Ella.Z

My favourite lullaby would always be that voice. Of the last person I speak to while I'm awake before smiling to sleep. He was a storyteller and I was his listener. His stories were gold and his voice would take you to a dream of his tales. Thus, I turn to him, every single night to hear the stories as he lulls me to sleep. With that, I never had a trouble of sleeping so as to be swayed in a sweet dream. Until one day, he decided to tell the stories, differently in such tone that would make you fall into a nightmare if you ever been put to sleep. Sadly, I couldn't fall asleep, safe and soundly ever since. "Tell me again, how much you love me." "I keep telling you, every night. Aren't you bored?" "No. Not as long as you're the last person I talk to before going to bed."

A night came for a dream. I just had to tell a tale of it, it seems? Goodnight, goodnight! The night seems cold, Let the dream cradles you, Into a fantasy untold. The dark was once bright, Shimmering in gold, What else could you do? But to free your flying soul. One to explore without a guide, Cloud of wanders yet to hold, While it is a land far from true, Only the night could take you whole. Let the dream sway you into the night, As smile carved and tears rolled, Indeed this is just a dream for you, And I'd say goodnight to you too.

A night drive with him seems a good idea. For I crave a little night adventure.  It was only on that night of where our dreams collide. A spontaneous adventure for a meet until dawn arisen and "Goodbye" he ought to bid. Why do I remember in every detail? From the tone of his laughter to the sly smile he donned after, wishing I could live the night forever. From the light in his cigarette to the trail of our long ride and the wheels were spinning as they glide, to the dull conversation we never have to hide. And in that moment, I felt so as I saw --in his eyes of such hopes were shining, bewildered me as he gave that one last look, no longer there was a heartbeat, away he took.

I once had a lover who was afraid of the dark.  And my attempt of becoming his light are through these words. In the night,  The stars scattered in the sky,  As well as the moon stood up high.  Creepers of the night usually passing by,  Making the weak-hearted started to sigh.  In the night,  You close your eyes and shut them tight,  I’m here for you now it'll be alright. Only dark will been seen for the sight, Hoping that nothing will give you a fright.  In the night,  Let the shadows passed through,  Lurking in the darkness as we knew.  But care not to be scared as it drew,  For all those will be turning to the untrue.  In the night,  Just stare deep into my eyes,  Hold my hand until the Sun arise.  The night slowly fading as time flies,  Chase away all the devils in disguise.  In the night,  I will be by your side,  Nowhere near but still tied, ...