What if you're made-up?

May you have
cotton-candy dreams
that whisk you
away into lands of
blissful nothings
mild suns
that twinkle
wink blink
like the stars
and drench you in
moonlight.

I will hold you,
rock you,
lull you,
to sleep.
what if my lullaby is made-up.

what if you are.

-- Amruta, poem to teddy/unborn child/non-existent lover

[ 12 August 2006 1:51 am submitted by Unknown ]