A Dirge Lullaby

I just couldn't see or bear your plight
while braving a tempest on a fateful night
trying to chasten your devout spirit
to forgive, to soothe, to cheer a life
to greet a birth or grieve in a wreath
a spirit that giveth, never receiveth
beyond a praise, for your beauty's sake
sadly, no one would come, a bee or a butterfly
nor a lark to sing you a dirge lullaby....
 

So I picked you and brought you home
to save you the chills of wintry storms
laying you gently on a flower bed
beside me by my window pane
where I could watch over you like a bedside clock
watch the bees frolic on your stalks
or a gentle breeze flirting with your charm
each breath of yours I will cherish and keep
till breath would play its part and sleep...
 

My voice did choke with a pregnant pause
while lifting you with my trembling hands
laying you gently in my prayer book
closer to God, safe and sound
where a tempest won't harm your weathered form
now lying secure in a sacred calm

raj (sublime_ocean)...