Lullaby for a Dead Boy

Deep, deep,

Dark, deep softness of the earth, rain-holy-

Endless dirge of years, coming to you and passing . . .

moist remembered kisses on your cheek . . .

Slow silk shadows, winding, winding . . . softly . . . are

you asleep?

Soft-do you remember the cool brook in your fingers,

star-gold tangled in your hair . . . long ago?

Never the restless wind again-

Only the ripple of lost years . . . only the deep dreamless

peace...

Softly . . . are you asleep . . .?

Henry W. Rago

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