They whisper cute little words in my ear
Never complete sentences
Always in a hurry, these creatures on two legs who move around so little

One thumb
One finger is all they need
No mouth, no tongue

They point their finger to the sky to change its colour, then change it back again

Hush, now rest
I’m your little moon
I lit your pale white face

I’m on the other end of endlessness.

So let’s start again: I’ll tune my singing to the singing of the tiniest of birds, what do you say?
Build me my nest
Feed me salt and water and minerals
Put me into your pocket like a small red robin with a cold
We’ll never be lost
I’ll sing you a small song about the colour grey forever