Lullaby

Close your eyes


This autistic love
walks towards you
carrying its  own window of regret
carrying a broken arm
carrying a trace of calm

I sing to you of a poplar forest
of the morning light
in a badly tuned tone


My song carries long gone deficiency
a drafted version of fairy tale love

A mother breathes sounds
safely, into the dying light
well intentioned
suffered, tainted, doubted
hoping for quivering eyelids
precipitating
the forgiving, eventual morning light.

Star gazer

She looked up at the night
She looked through the crystal stars
Those gossiping stars
Not giving them a glance
She saw past them
Only her pain
Reflected back