Sleeping Babe
by Cynthia Proctor
Sometimes in twilight
lavender fingers veil navy skies
heaven's music sighs to my heart
and I feel your touch so close
sleeping as a babe
held within my essence
clouds unbearably gray
cotton my throat
and I utter not a sound
my air
swallowed by softness
all I see
all I feel
held by the hand
of this sleeping babe
in the fiery moon
of my heart
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