May sleep gather you in
with the softest embrace,
and forgetfulness wash
all the cares from your face
as the dreams of the night
take you where you most wish
to be held by the light,
and caressed with a kiss.
May the love of your life
beat more strong in your breast
than a pessimist army could hope
to contest. And when night quits
the field, and the birds sound
their call, may you wake
to a dream, and your life
conquer all.
2 comments:
Hopefully this is the last version. Originally "lullaby blessing":
https://apocketfulofpoesy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lullabye-blessing.html
Later massaged and tweaked as "lullaby trumpet":
https://apocketfulofpoesy.blogspot.com/2023/10/lullaby-trumpet.html
This one has the best text, best flow, but probably the worst title of the three. "Night's Reveille." Still. Needs a new title.
That's a sort of mad conscientious kick I've got down around here. Fond of it.
Fuck it.
This is lullaby blessing
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