THE CHILD - INNOCENCE

Lullaby

I am woven of lullabies
Spun of sleepy magic
In this tawny tired end of day
Heavy with hours
My eyes will close before yours
Still shining black bright with ideas
In this cave of night light glow

How many eons have I sat here?
My cheek pillowed cool against your sheets
My song a current of surprise
In the sweet stillness of the night

True love is frozen in time
They say . . .

And so eternity may well find me
Drowsing in this dim golden half light
Singing of dragons
Holding your hand


© Edwina Peterson Cross
June 1990