Lullaby

A song for distant lovers.

Dearest readers,

As I’ve spent time in a rural town in Georgia, I’ve had nothing but time to write. As much as I am a girl suited for the city, getting away from the hustle and bustle of Dallas is always a welcome experience. Some of my best pieces were written in rural towns—be it Statesboro, GA, Berrien Springs, MI, or the mountains of Mayagüez, PR—my mind seems to be its freest in silence. So, here’s a piece I wrote a month ago in my parents’ home in this little Georgia town

Lullaby

I fall asleep to the sound of your voice;
You are my lullaby.
You are a song
For when I am weary.
You are a song
For when I am anxious.
You are a song
For when I am fatigued
From carrying 
The weight of the world
On my shoulders.

I haven’t heard your voice in a few days;
I haven’t slept well either.
My heart’s 
Been beating faster;
My breath’s 
Been growing shallow.
The weight on my back is heavy,
And it seems
There is no one to relieve me
Of this burden.
I need a lullaby.

Oh, how I ache for a song
That will lull me to sleep.
That I may dream 
That you are near.
That you may slow my beating heart.
That you may deepen my breath.
That you may lessen my burden,
For your shoulders 
Are broader than mine.
I fall asleep to the sound of your voice;
You are my lullaby.