By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2014 Nov 11
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Give Me Your Lullabies

I sit down
at my piano
and I sing
with the notes.
you make my thoughts dance
with the perfectness
of your lullabies,
but your lullabies
are old and wrinkled now.
They are tired
of being what
they are
not
and I feel something rising in me.

The impossible
blinks
rapidly
with disbelief
and I dance some more
until
I feel
that it is
enough.

I wonder if there is a rhythm
to these words
that I write
when only the littlest echoes
of that voice
remain here now.

So let's go out
on the ice
this morning
and see the sun rise,
a new sunrise
for the melody
of the future.

Let yourself sleep now
and give me your lullabies.
I'll keep them
safe
somewhere here
within
me.
I will make them
sleep.

I am Beethoven's stillborn
child.
I make memories drift
away
on the water
over the horizon.

and the ashes of it all
fall down
all around me
like snow.
And I just look
skyward
with eyes closed
and a smile
on my face.

I know
that absence
is probably the most beautifully horrible
thing
to feel,
but don't you forget

don't you
dare
let it
fade away.