Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 34.0: July 17th, 2007

Lullaby
by Belinda Roddie

A thousand times I’ve seen these trees, a thousand leaves

Have borne me up to greater heights, majestic nights

And fireflies’ light

And as I drift over where wanderers roam, and frisky gnomes

Gather their tools to end the day of work and play

So now the world goes to chambers deep

To comfort me as I drift to sleep

A thousand rays of golden heat and swollen beats

Of sun play music on my brow, I drop my plow

And saunter now

And then I drift to my mother’s lap, while flowers snap

Up drops of dusky mist in evening’s bliss

Before their petals close and crickets creep

Observing me as I drift to sleep

I ask to hear a song before I wake

A song of peace before the dawn breaks

A thousand feet have touched this soil, on which I’ve toiled

To grow the seeds I once caressed in hands all dressed

In leather best

And my eyes drift back to gardening days and farmers gray

Who drop their hats to see the sight of lunar light

That in the crystal rivers slowly seeps

Glowing as I drift to sleep

A thousand stars I’ve wished on now, I don’t know how,

But every one appears in green and silver sheen

In all my dreams

And leaves will drift to adorn the king, who softly sings

The song I have been wishing for, a metaphor

For childhood when I watched the hoppers leap

Before I drifted off to sleep

I ask to hear the song before I wake

A song of peace before the dawn breaks

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