Sleeping Lullaby (Day 18)

Rest your sleeping head, my love

And count a wistful goodbye

As the dawn blows a wet handle

Against the walls of our tent.

Rest your sleeping head, my love

And kiss the winds of dawn

So your blanket becomes a wall

and the wind sounds like Jazz.

Rest your sleeping head, my love

And climb each cloud

Swimming through colours

Splashing up to our necks.

Rest your sleeping head, my love

And listen to the grass swaying

As the dawn blows a wet handle

Against the walls of our tent,

Watched by constant love.

 (Day 18 off http://www.napowrimo.net/ asked us to write a lullaby.. 'Soothing, short, repetitive and usually rhyming . . . lullabies exist in every culture. Perhaps you could write a special lullaby for poets? “Hush little poet, lay down your pen/Momma’s gonna buy you the complete Dickinson.” The rhyme’s a little slant, and the meter a bit wobbly, but it will do! Happy writing.' The piece I wrote here for is another of my sleeping poems to my other half done in a lullaby style (ish).