Fool's Lullaby

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O love.

Before we sleep, 

Let me speak.

I am as a child

You know me as that

Repeating and pleading for stories.

Now as a man

I savor these tales

drawing more sweetness from their honeycomb.

So let me tell,

please this once more

of our first meeting.

It was a bright and wet day,

  like the one before.

I awoke with no particular Hollywood feeling

not knowing I was seeking anything.

But as the sun slanted to its end,

You entered my frame of sight, never to leave.

You were no vision of dinner party charm

No magazine cut-out

But that day brought the commencement of mystery

Even now my mind draws an "X"

Over the gravel spot and humid minute 

when we first shook hands.

The days since

have brought the twisted abandonment of mirage

and the writing of our new map.

I give in to you

I submit to the counterpoint dance

of ease and friction.

Love, look at these eyes surrounding us.

They say:

  "These are dangerous times,

  hopeless days

  With the world very much in want

  Very much in need

  Of simple healing."

Look at them, and the hope they invest and harvest in us.

Will you join me

To brandish our love as ourselves

To walk the best story we could tell,

To turn our private words

to a public good - not offered, not sold

but simply provided.

Now, before we slide into slumber

Allow me one more tale.

Last night I dreamt of you.

It was a room, with high walls and large windows

Dark, except for one disc of light.

So in that sphere we danced

Beyond mystery, drama and tragedy

as I held your curled fingers in my hand

That is all that this fool needs to know.

O love, I feel the fog of sleep on us.

See you again in the light.

Tomorrow, we keep building.

Good night.