Friday, March 5, 2010

Lullaby Reconsidered

Twinkle twinkle,
Little Gem,
the fairy-dust shimmer at the end of the road,
the lone tear of the mountain fox,
just now turning to leave.

The abandoned abode
where dreams reside,
the slumbering hope of a new world-- a new life,
the beautiful sun beam within the moonlight,
O, twinkling
Little Gem.

Someday do you think
we will finally grasp it? The strange
speck of decency as it dances,
it dances.

The odd
faint pulse of the man in the coma?
The twinkling
Little Gem?

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