A Lullaby

 

Sing a song. You sang to me to tuck me into bed,
remember? How I liked those moments. Now, let me
tuck you in, while we sing: Sleep. My Child,

and peace attend thee. All. Through. The night.*

Or hum. Strum your lips on memories bright,
and we’ll sing darkness into art—warm or cool,
whichever we need tonight—velvety tones low
in sound and sight—the night light in our throats.

By swallow and breath, we’ll open wide our hearts
so words slip through and spin. The path we make
we’ll use again; we’ll use it now and then. Sleep. 
Sweet dreams attend thee. All. Through. The night.

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Ar Hyd y Nos (Welsh “All Through the Night”)
All Through the Night (The version I know, that moves from sleeping to dying.)