Lullaby for Your Daydreams


My sweet little one, these sea days

are smaragdine.  I feed time emeralds

to extend your birth.  I nestle you

close though you float away from me

small dream to dream to dream.


Standing in front I see

all your suns. Breath unions us a

mist reared from tide.  Like a tern

winged in breeze seeing only the yellow,

you soar— dream.


The sun is a darkness to sleep,

eyes not open.  Float, dream.

I grant you my gems, my nights

so no dark moons wane

on your unbroken horizon.