kumbaya

sleepsong melody  

“When life gets too overwhelming, just look up at the  
night sky and lose yourself for a while.”—Deborah a Ten Brink  
 
the infant moon  
milks dry night's swollen breast,  
heaving a sigh  
of comfort, as the world        
begins to swoon  
for days-end mercy rest,  
when every eye  
beneath its lid is curled.  
 
the stars soft-bred
along the milky way  
their birthlight shine  
to warm the atmosphere,  
and soon is fled  
the spirit of dismay;  
soon, too, is gone  
that pro-galactic fear  
 
betwixt the earth  
below and sky above.  
deep-river trails  
snake silently along,  
aquatic mirth  
arrested, where would rove  
frail fish-fin sails  
thrilled by their noonday song.  
 
and not one bird  
to fan the evening air;  
no butterfly  
to whisper on the wind;  
no buzz is heard,  
where bees new pollen bear;  
no plaintive cry  
of dove or egretkind.  
 
no quarrelling  
behind the bamboo fence;  
no dominoes  
slam-dunking at the bars;  
no revelling  
disturbs night's ambience;  
kumbaya flows—  
deep sleep drips from the stars!  
 
© Copyright 2022 November 14  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫