white noise nocturne in poetry

deep hearts and empty skies
we middle aged are still in
need of lullabies sometimes
the stars are disappearing
to city lights and clouds
seems nothing is left for
us but faces in the crowd
no second chance awaking
no solace in our dreams
the bet is for the taking
which deserves the screams
empty skies and deep hearts
lullabies are needed still
for fitful sleep to start