Soft motions of this pendulum reminds me of <br />pacing piano keys, strings touched to create a different frequency <br />let me hear this lull, this song, to the nth harmony <br /> <br />Let the bases pound, a steady drum line, let me sway <br />Liberate my hesitant fingers from these handle bars and let me fly <br />down asphalt, up moist lawns, green in their virgin stepford ways <br />Close these lids, coaxed shut by the wind. Let me risk the accident. <br /> <br />Give me the drink with the most dews still clinging on like they mean to <br />keep their surface tension. I will soak up each dropp gathered from dawn's arrival. <br />Tuck me under your plush sheets with that serenade. Your notes, they <br />stay long after I succumb to tonight's slumber. Your smile leaks onto the day's morrow. <br /> <br />Before we part, and you are leaving. We walk in opposite directions. <br />I will still hear your rhythmic footsteps for they tap on <br />my heartstrings <br />We stopped talking. You're still listening. <br />Your footsteps, they tap out <br />my lulla - bye.<br /><br />Kim Dang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lull-bye/
