Lullabye

I sat in the falling dark
Alone with the crickets and the cars humming
The wind in the scrub whispering
From the steps I watched the stars rise
Over the clay tiles and stucco
To the tops of the slow swaying palms
The chorus faded and
The ashes of the breeze rustled
Between my dry lips
I whispered them all to sleep
Under the un-singing stars
I sang myself a lullaby
And sank also into the shadows