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"STARS"
by
Charlene
Sawit
She was inside the tent, unable to sleep, when a breeze whispered
in, stirred the hair on her forehead, and carried upon it a
clear voice, singing a lullaby. It was the voice of someone
singing a prince to sleep. Her lids grew heavy, and it was the
last thing she remembered hearing, before sleep finally came.
Have
no care
as the hours fall into night long and deep
I shall sing you a song
as you tumble to sleep
In your ear
will I whisper of things
such as fireflies in the fields with their gossamer wings
and stars that drop down
to be woven and bound
into a fine crown for a young future king.
I shall fashion the moonbeams
into silver bands
with stars as the jewels
to wear in your hands
soft will I hum
as you sleep
without care
and soft will I sing you my song;
as I weave you the starlight and moonlight to wear,
and hours fall
into night
deep and long.
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