Evening Lullaby

There is this thump in my chest
that's gentle, like the pitter patters of dusk
just before reverie tucks you in

Tonight, it engulfs me
with its melody,
causing my words to sway
writing, la la la la la la
la la la la

before I could not grasp something
more moving than time,
but here, now, I'm in tune to my internal line,
an equivocal note
immune to all rhyme