Amy Whittlesey


Lullabye - Poem by Amy Whittlesey

When heaven decrees that
our time’s run out
and our bones become ashes
returned to the ground

when the winds won’t blow
and the stars fall down
when our vision withers
beyond all doubt

when the sun don’t shine
and the moon don't rise
when the tall grass withers
before our eyes

when the fish don't swim
and the birds won't fly
i'll still be yours
passed the end of time

so
don't you cry, now
don't you cry


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013


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