| Lullaby
Turning around Lifting her auburn hair Left daffodil fragrant by a fallen afternoon… Sun-washed windows; Illumination bathed across her hands Trickling down her fragile angled arms With each dulcet shutting of her eyes A waist waiting to be hand held She brings them down to her sides First atop a soft-blessed neck Sky lit shoulders Briskly brushing Each narrow crafted hand against lily-splashed Fabric on her dress Where tucked beneath these fainting tresses; Clasped by each ear Slender gold-split dangled things spoke with hallowed light Framing eyes that show a dwindling storm Of a sea layered in sadness… Clouds… Hoping someone may watch Or even sail in them; Tranquility bound… And just below each ornamental cheek Sits sadly pale-blushed lips Who wish only to be hidden Now behind such closely muffled hair. Follow… Excited by warmth’s invited gaze To go and pass a bit near A mingling neckline Shaped low in cloth afloat pillow skin Rimmed Nestled inside her every empty breath Entwined by tears Too young To be falling So deeply… Willow 1991 |
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