Lullaby

And when do lullabies

turn to laments?

Is the with the turn of

our seasons or soft

draft in between,

Moonlight illuminating

our souls and our toes

grow frightful with delight

knowing the we are the ink

that flows. Breathing

tones onto the canvas,

we expire with the wind

as the lullaby lives on.

-Babydoll Laments