#652 - a lullaby

 

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a lullaby

 

one tree full of the old light

another rising with rain

 

we lived there

how long who knows

all the generations before

 

within sky’s reach

and out of religion

the old grief grip

 

was kept snug

in a secret

these years

 

pillow in time becomes a head

so the opposite must be true

 

many imagine survival

was ever leafrise there

 

and know I must betray myself

by the pill, by the cream and cured

 

here we lower

we raise

the cloud

 

each of us is a sunshine trap

bent luck to me like a spoon

 

we let the heart of the tree be sung

we let the light grow out