Lullaby

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” – Langston Hughes

LULLABY

It’s stormy outside
but I don’t mind it.
Sitting on the lanai
absorbing the darkness
watching it all falling;
the pine needles
the rain droplets
the polluted air
the sweet taste
of nothingness.

The mind is snoozing
or perhaps only
momentarily lost
in an illusory tale
of no harm, no pain
no weeping souls
no cages or salt
in one’s scars.
Only the loyalty
of an animal heart
and transcending rainfall
to sooth all.
Or is it just an autumn’s
lullaby?

By Sharka Waite

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