Its all a memory to be taken apart
No one would ask me to contemplate
a change to revive
an ease to pain.
So I sing this sad little winter lullaby
with hopes of someone hearing.
With it flows the pain and despair shared with every
infidel who has torn a heart to bits.
This I share with you.
So sleep long and without illness my love.
Let my voice, with all its range and stillness,
lay you to a slumber like no other.
I’d love to lay and watch you sleep an infinite dream
while the angels play.
To you, a fair judgement comes to rest
with closure and hope.
If you awaken, remember me as a singing poet
meant to keep you in solitude.
For I will not be the same, come the awakening.