SF Poetry. Lullaby

Physics whispers: “Go to sleep,”
Atoms in silver shoes, they leap, they creep,
Dancing nonstop from mitosis’s dawn,
A shimmy in shadows, till night is gone. 

“Quit tapping your feet,” it softly implores,
They’ll dance within, behind closed doors,
Inside themselves, in silent grace,
Let rest descend, embrace your space. 

Geology hums: “It’s all alright,”
Slowly, inch by inch, into the night,
America’s giving to the sea,
A gentle surrender, destiny. 

Darkness laps at your sides, a tide,
Give it an inch, no need to hide,
Let shadows cradle, softly conceal,
In darkness, find what time reveals. 

You are not alone,” the continents cry,
Once a body, now scattered sky,
Unified in silent plea,
A world in dreams, in unity. 

Astronomy whispers: “The sun will rise,”
A promise painted in ancient skies,
Tomorrow’s light, a sacred start,
A fire rekindled in the heart. 

Zoology sings: “On rainbow-fish,”
On lithe gazelle, they grant their wish,
Life persists in vibrant flare,
A dance of colors in the air. 

Psychology murmurs: “But first, the night,”
A pause before the morning’s light,
The clock’s hands paused, the mind’s refrain,
In stillness, healing from the pain. 

History offers: “Layer and layer,”
Blankets of time, tender and fair,
Down and down, in gentle fold,
Stories of sleep, in warmth retold.