The Story of Rock-A- Bye

Another go

She poured in me

That blushing song that lingers still 

On the singled leaf of my child branched memories

It came to me gentle 

The mind like a land-scarred song

First streams of water 

Rushing atop these demands that

Curve the topography of landscape 

Deep 

Fissured 

Fellow clash of desert brother wind

Then came

A sound

A moment when clouds allowed their thunder

A time of doubt and so

She cried twice as loud

I knew too well with this wounding

She would never be whole again

So astounding this touch

To cradle

This wealth and well of mountain deluge 

Shriveled at the subtle tapping 

Drying the spring against a vanity of thin facade 

All this against

A simple question of survival

I suppose

I cupped my hands to the 

Tears of  dark milled moor

And begged my heart be filled

And with it 

This mortal seep of chalice,

I turned to her in offering

Pure and subtleness of life 

A touch so worth in time believing

With eyes  

Awakened yet dry 

Eventually she sipped 

But this human ocean was lost in 

Evolution, 

And with this rain 

So welled inside 

Her mind and heart swelled 

No nourishment of lung

It was then

I had come to realize 

She could never sing in me again

It was then when first I was devoured

For no mortal lenda their grave and gives in honest  

Only to fear their place of fate

Too much is there within this brow to bend in focus

But at the end 

The price is  

All the same to be paid 

And well worth a thousand times more than in all of life 

For to hold the rain is to bleed the clouds of their seeds 

It is the gift to hold the gardens that grow and bloom of cloud and sky

And again in time to fill such songs away from worries 

To be devoured again and again

Over such a little thing.

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