Our Lullabies

Watch lonesome the low waterfall
Mythic, silent, cerulean pall;
Bearing reflections down to the sea
That flooded one heart with ecstasy
With the sun's dying and coming rise
Dearest Narcissus lies--
Heed not the sting of the soft echo
Where now the soft petals grow...

And when shall I see
Flowing beside me
A mirror with a view
To Heaven's house of blue?
Will I be blind
And never find
Such paths of bliss
Where rainbows kiss
The doves on high
Bathed in a precious sky
In that river bed
Where I lay my head?

Climbing, yawning to the mountain wall
Crimson, shining the sun's light on all
Passages yearning to be tread by me,
Singing my lullabies silently
As the water runs before my eyes
'Neath the fading of memorial skies
Where the dead wish someday to go
From their blooms far below.

And when shall I bear
The wreathe of a prayer
To the high citadel
Where the angels dwell?
When shall I define
The tragedy's fair line--
To close the old page
Where the still waters rage?
When will be the day
The wise men say
The stars shall sail by
And the rivers too shall die?

What fantasy of pain's end
I find where the currents bend
To the river of the shade
Where the Harvest Moon shall fade
Into a twilight that waits for me
Where the waters flow to thee.
To lullabies our spirits drift
While the night's silent winds shift
Our hands clasped warm shall be
As we cast the silence to the roaring sea.