Goodnight Tunnel

Goodnight my love
good night and good flight

it seems this tunnel I've always noticed
has taken no height

the crevices and longitude

are not the same not quite

the shadows seem more elegant
the stench of refuse left here
all are a delight

I recall a memory
but none seem to fit quite right

so it would appear reality
dimly lit
is now a beacon of light

and this old tunnel

doth now see good light


so I say this now gladly

good night tired memory
good night
good night
and
good night