Lullaby
Let sleep come softly, trailing scents
of sweet forgetfulness; the hush
of petals drifting down will mute
the sounds of life's discordant rush.
From crevices, the fronds of dreams
emerge; their feathered tips atone
for wrongs we've done as they caress
the secret pain that's ours alone.
Our aggravations sink in swirls
through layered pools of healing shade.
Let sleep come softly; it will lead
to flagstone mornings, newly laid.
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Twilight's Coverlet
To know when twilight's coverlet descends
can ease the turbulence within. It lets
the scars from incidental sins dissolve;
a flow of peace can permeate our thoughts.
As thorns and burrs of irritations -- once
so sharp and vivid -- crumple into puffs
of air, we see their insignificance
and wish we could have known it years ago.
We must not waste the shortness of these hours
in wistful glances back along our trail;
the flexibility of choice that once
we toyed with is no longer ours to hold.
For some, their final call will come before
they've had a chance to make amends or wrap
the gifts they want to leave. But those with time
to touch the coverlet....can go, prepared.
© Laryalee Fraser
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