A muse adorned in scarlet robes
sings to me a crimson lullaby,
lyrics cradle my weary soul
as I drift to silent sleep.
Delicate hands finesse the cords of my heart,
a harp of flesh and muscle,
each strum a little sharper
as blood runs off its strings.
Sirens wander an endless mindscape,
beckoning to sailing worry,
song, a thief of strife and woe
as fear sinks to gentle sleep.
stillness drowns alveoli
as words suffocate in silent regard,
breath daring not to trespass
upon the drifting rivers of melody.
A ruse adored by scarlet rose
Stings me softly as I cry
Here it’s made what’s broken whole
As I drift
to
silent
