Night time in with you

So I didn’t find lullaby
until my rhythm was a note end of you
winding in the bars of this music
my heart keeps playing.
Listen to my heart also
rhyming in a space of four bars
twice!
It hits whatever ice
plays cat and mice,
then your memory is sprinkled like spice.
Hmmmmm that’s nice.
Oh you my pillow
give my head
a soft kiss ahead
as I join the one I love
in a journey of the night
so we call it dreams.

©2016
Rudolph Ruddapoet