Shhh…
sleeping softly child
beneath quiet whispers,
above your place on earth
you are cuddled, cradled
in adoring arms…
more than mothers milk awaits.
you sleep in a thought
from mans mind moving.
Moving faster than your
mothers mother ever dreamed.
Ever dream child, whatever velvet
dream you may.
Tonight when you awake
three thousand miles away,
will be beginning your day
to cuddle,
to cradle,
your
sleeping softly child,
Shhh…
Poems by Ken 