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