A mischievous child
Ran wild through the thickets.
It was past his bedtime when
He stumbled upon you.
But you knew this, didn’t you?
Beautiful matron of silence
Adorned in your amethyst gown.
Emanating the comforts of
A single-starred night’s sky.
You saw the fuss he made
Pulling the earth from his fresh scab
So you caught him in your eternal gaze
And a hush fell over him.
His hands reached out
To the light cotton behind your ears
And rubbed it between his fingers
As a lullaby entered his restless mind.
You let down your lapel
Revealed your golden nipple
Climbing your shade
His lips pursed to accept your sustenance.
And as he nodded, a final look was cast
Never crying, no longer given the cause
All his fear and pain had come to pass
This sweet dreamer rests without pause
Guardian of sleep, keep him cradled in the night
You gently stole the day from his eyes,
Painted the skies with their curious light
Now his mother is the only one who cries