Lullaby

Sometimes when you cry,

I hold you longer than I could.

I envelop you in the crook of my arms,

     a thousand kisses on your hair,

     rocking slightly side to side.

I hold you as long as,

      as tightly as,

      squirming will allow--

Trying to impress your soul

     with the warmth of my heart.

Because one day we will be apart--

     separated by years,

                          miles,

                          ideas,

                          life.

The night will be dark,

                          cold,

                          marble to the touch

And thoughts of the sun

         seem darker still:

Let your soul recall

This time--

Feel the shadows of feather pillows,

Hear Brahms in the wind,

Taste marshmallows on hot chocolate.

The night will still be dark

But may you feel the warmth of the sun.