Night Lullaby

I’m not going to try
nor not for you my
tortured jail cell cry
in the night lullaby.

Wisdom greets soot
is upon my head brow;
the sun has touched
my forehead’s crown.

I am tanned large up
to Christ shared much.
I wrench of life in all
my mind does touch.

Sing softly abodes of
joy reached be you.
So I will sing songs if
it for you I can soothe.

You darling you angel
of dark calling deeply
me I can hear you I am
of clarity completely.

The black is black up
into the dark black sky.
I need know answers
to the question why.

Silhouettes of virtue
come calling me here.
I want and need some
miracle need appear.

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