Lullabyes to Wake
The mountains are such
wonderful colors
in the fall.
I want to open my mouth and
swallow them.
Their golden fire would rest
like warm coals
in my belly.
Songs of such other times
would be remembered
and I would sing them to the night -
lullabyes to wake.
The flames would lick my insides
and tickle wonderfully.
Oh, for eyes that could see
through this haze that covers all!
