Goodnight to the stars on the green water.
Count them if you like. They will not stay still.
Goodnight to the lattice, which is a fence for nothing
and holds the garden together anyway.
Goodnight to the lattice again, in its night clothes.
Everything looks different once the lamp is off.
Goodnight to the little trees standing in rows,
who have been standing in rows all day and never once complained.
Goodnight to the vine going along the wall,
square by square, taking its time, getting there.
Goodnight to the scales on the sleeping thing,
and to the four blue hearts hidden in them. Did you find them all?
Goodnight to the hearts on the front,
and to the fainter ones behind, which are the older ones.
Goodnight to the four corners of the bed.
One for each of us.
Goodnight to the last one, the loud one,
still going round and round behind your eyes. It will still be there in the morning. Sleep.