Photo courtesy of Roger Allen Baut


Spirit of water wash over me
and with each returning sigh
lift me, drift me further
from my fears;
balance me deftly in your salty
arms; spin me,
spin me round
and round again, a languid,
drifting curl.

Cleanse the twisting, burning words
from my over-furnished mind; scour
my guilt as we tumble together,
woman and water
and water and woman;
float me to
and fro
and to;
wrap my weary limbs with weed;
lead me home.

Little by little
strand me on the silver sand;
rock me,
lap on watery lap,


1 Response to Lullaby

  1. Lovely dear. Words flow eloquently, something from a fairy tale or book of poetry to never be put down.

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