The Going to Bed Haiku

before the wolf's howl
echoes into sad silence
the light has vanished

we swarm like mayflies
reborn in silken tendrils
of steam, soap, and scent

our skin clean and soft
we wrap, unwrap, wrap again
protecting ourselves

scoured gleaming white
the blade of a crescent moon
smiling in the dark

a heavy lantern
swinging low among the stars
we move to her song

slowly we spiral
fallen leaves in a deep pool
we drift towards slumber

our whispers weaving
like a wind-born lullabye
wrapping us in love

how high the moon climbs
how deep her watery twin dives
caught between, we sleep

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