Once, in a lullaby

At night, the Ghost,
she sang to me
in a seeming lullaby.
I listened very carefully
and her words they made me cry.

She told me you will wait for me
as long as I can bear
this lonely life of reverie
this heaviness of care

Shown was I your happy face
your painful weathers gone.
Your sorrow soothed, and in its place
your spirit brightly shone.

So, in the morning, I awoke,
upon the stroke of seven,
remembering well the words she spoke
of one that dwells in heaven.

 

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Lee Dunn

Sixty something working stiff (retired). Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. Have been published in the Shelburne Free Press.

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