Sleep Child, Sleep!


Sleep Child Sleep

Sleep Child, Sleep,
For I wouldn’t know how to etch your eyes.
The wake I held for you not so long ago,
The bath I drew for you yesterday,
The music we unheard that last hour
And the dreams that we couldn’t dream today.

Sleep Child, Sleep,
For I wouldn’t know what to say,
If you asked me how the world looks without you,
I would keep chanting gray.

Sleep Child, Sleep,
For there is so much you shouldn’t see,
Like the stench that surrounds you,
Or the secrets that eat me away.

Sleep child, Sleep,
For I would never give you eyes,
Lest you catch a glimpse of me,
Or the death I couldn’t keep at bay!

Maybe it’s called Tribute.


collageSitting at the grave of another,

Reading their words,

Not said aloud,

Not whispered either.


An ode for the brief time when we were together;

Searching for you,

Nothing as exact, nothing above you either.


Traveling so far,

Hearing another church bells ring,

The gauntlet hangs over,

Time changes the music that images bring.


Blinding the possibilities with older scenes,

It all comes down to familiarity,

Reborn with you,

Living this life as another me.