Day 264: Custody

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in whose custody
i sleep, sweetly
and sound,

let me rest longer
with wakeful eyes,
darkened and round,

that i may see
and give thanks
for the wealth
you lay before me

again,

and again,

and again.

 

poise guards at my door
and keep watch,

plant lavender at my gate
and welcome,

part danger to lose itself
deep in the wood,

and play me a lullaby at twilight.

 

and in these small, quiet hours
before my eyes close,
illuminate the skies
with diamonds and fireflies,

and mask me

in sanctified slumber.

∴

 

 

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