Day 29 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘A Final Lullaby

I am empire,
my lyrics like roads,
carrying us back,
to where we were.

I found our halves,
like a poet’s dozen;
songs to sing,
to remember us with.

These days leaves fall
at our bedside,
like snow collecting
but winter is already gone.

My words are lost,
searching for the way,
in the lonely dark,
grabbing for your toes.

I find you in slumber,
kiss your cheek,
and I’ll sing something,
to keep you asleep.

I’ll sing you the song,
my brother, my lover,
your head in the dream,
so close to where I was.

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