Dark Lullaby

As this first night knows me

as my soul becomes its dream

I understand my small being

is one with time's vast scream.

Even now I know between

my heart's first aspen flutter

and its last soft ashen beat

endless dark passions must clutter

my every empty lonely night

and bear down to hold my mind;

only this one moment knows a calm:  

a velvet dark - a fusty smell - find

the mantling wing,

my mother's ancient shawl

warm wool winged

holds my drowsy head in thrawl

driving night's dark dæmons

from the soft innocence

from my dawn-drawn bed


◄ The Sterling Castle, 1703

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Fri 11th Oct 2019 04:17

Beautiful poem Chris. Thank you for sharing. ❤

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