(Sleep) This Isn't a Lullaby
Always remember things
Can be sung
In different runes.
Like this isn't a cotton field,
It's pollen from the moons.
And that wasn't a rainbow,
Swivelling
Above our trails,
That was God's licorice stick,
Stretching past the dales.
This isn't the night dusking,
Husking
The sunny fade.
Just the lights dimming
For the starry-light parade.
That isn't a wolf's howling,
Prowling
Into the shade,
Just a lone trumpet
For this band's serenade.
Those aren't moths flying,
Spying
Through your drapes,
Just fussy butterflies
Donning vintage capes.
The wind isn't moaning,
Groaning
Some spooky song.
It just hears the owl's ballad
And wants to sing along.
This isn't a creepy lurching,
Searching
Into the fogs.
Just a hymn rehearsal
From a choiring of frogs.
And those aren't phantoms clicking,
Ticking
To Halloweens,
Just little cricket limbs
Shaking their tamberines.
This isn't a lullaby,
I'm singing
Into your ear.
Just a tiny, simple song
To path you out of fear.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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