A Lulling

December 22, 2010

A  lighthouse keeper wasn’t on watch, there/

&  really didn’t look out,/ & amidst

A  minty  daymare;/

(Cool & mistakenly pleasant),/

What once was a beacon/

Became a loft,/ from comes a funnel,/

From some source,/ A lulling, soft fog/

Was forced/ non-menacingly/

Out  like thick grey blankets/ handed

Out  like warm brown blankets, deep./

The keeper’s crucial role of providing/

A  piercing  guiding  light/

Was softened  to offer/

A  lulling  lost  sleep.


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