Whispers of Lullaby

Summer may dissolve from the eye of the day,

Effaced by Nature as the edges began to fray,

In a friction of second or in a moment of despair,

Or when the flames within you failed to flare

Fear not, my child, fear not,

Hold my hand and I shall unravel the knots.

When the path you walked on is an escarpment

Vaulted by the mere image of disillusionment

In the wavering distance where darkness dwells:

A barren wilderness cast by an evil spell –

Fear not, my child, fear not,

Hold my hand and I shall ease your thoughts.

Eden – a majestic palace held forevermore

By the seraphic beauty of plaintive melodies

But you, my child, alone you shall soar

Through the fertile land of old-forgotten phantasies,

Upon the fledged wings in your own zeppelin

With utmost grace and infinite fluency.

And I, my child, shall watch you from behind

With never a tongue, humming pieces of hymns –

"Sleep tight, my child, sleep tight,

May sweet dreams suffuse your mind tonight."

I was very sick when I wrote this. Please be gentle.