Thursday, June 7, 2012

Night Terrors


Come now my love, don’t you cry no more
Come now my love, don’t you cry no more
Let me lift you up though your heart be sore
For a bed will feel better than a hard oaken floor

Gently my love, let me dry your tears
Gently my love, let me dry your tears
Your dreams are your dreams and your fears are your fears
And you’ve more than your fair share of each for your years

My love, my love, let me hold you tight
My love, my love, let me hold you tight
Till your trembling stops in the cold dark night
And I see you smile in the silver moonlight

Here now my love, take your cloak and your steed
Here now my love, take your cloak and your steed
They may seem a stuffed toy, and a blanket of green
But tonight they are just what you want them to be

The moonlight shines down as you sleep and you smile
The moonlight shines down as you sleep and you smile
I know that you’re safe, but I do think that I’ll
Stay awake and keep watch over you for awhile

Come now my love, don’t you cry no more
Come now my love, don’t you cry no more
Let me lift you up though your heart be sore
For a bed will feel better than a hard oaken floor


--Coyote


(Window picture courtesy of eis4em.wordpress.com; the sleeping wolf cub is courtesy of footroya.deviantart.com.  I looked for quite a while to find an image that might reflect my younger daughter at the time that I first wrote this poem, and Footroya nicely captured my faerie wolf cub when she was a small child.  I don't know Footroya's truename, but she is involved with manga publications, and you can see more of her work at howlingriot.com.  I recommend checking it out if you can.)

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