Lullaby

      A woman walks the darkling hours of night,
      To balance precipice within her mind,
      A whisper's luring lullaby of light
      That does not shine on lost she cannot find.
      Dim shadow beckons o'er the abyss black,
      And sings in voice of self that lately fled,
      Soft words caressing gently pull her back
      From edge of darkness where despair had led.
      Sweet dreaming fantasy, a fragile tune,
      Notes' weaving spells a veil to bleak despair,
      Sweet melodies of tender passions croon,
      Soft music pipes to dreaming essence bare.
           'Tis only candle's dream the dark to tame,
           as morning's glare swift snuffs the dreaming flame.©