Rock A Bye

She sings of me

These blushing songs in childish winds

Drowning 

First streams of water

 

As if clouds 

Denied their thunder

 

She

sings to me of nothing more so

astounding

A strength that cradles as it wields

wealth and well of mountain’s steel

so soon to shrivel at the subtle tapping

Turning spindals 

against our vials of vein

Question for survival

 facades of skin

 

I hold my hands disrupted 

Begging her heart be filled

And  freed if need be my mortal chalice

 

Then wounded 

turn away 

A pure and subtle wisp of light

Worth so while in time believing

 

To this and all awakening she sips

Hounds of human ocean

Evolutions freed of fear,

 

And with this bargain,

Her lie to rain

Her heart well nourished

I realize 

She wll sing to me no more

In this devoured

 

No mortal lends and laps with honest hand and fears their will of fate.

 

Too much in pleasure and brow to bend 

But in the morning's end…

the price weighs all the same

A thousand times the crown

in worthy of my life:

 

For to rain is to bleed the clouds of their very seed 

And come once more in bested time

Filling these songs that worry so sweetly

Over such little 

impenetrable things.