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Updated on March 8, 2010


The night is

my eternal Mum,
she wraps me in

a swaddling

of ebony,
spins me

a mobile

of stars above,
and a hazy moon

for a night light.

She sings ancient
dirges to me

in the lullabies

of crickets chirps,
and whispering


Stars fall

but I am

Worlds collapse

and I slumber on.



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    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      You da Man!

    • ladyjane1 profile image

      ladyjane1 7 years ago from Texas

      I like this poem very much.

    • Moulik Mistry profile image

      Moulik Mistry 7 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

      You are so expressive here, strong metaphors - loved it very much...