"Mama, I can't sleep.
Can you breathe me to sleep, please?"
"Ok, close your eyes..."
"Breathe in sleep, out cares.
Breathe in soft starlight, out sun.
Float on breath to dreams."
"Each breath is a gift,
a wave lapping slumber's shore,
gently lulling you."
Dark lashes lie still,
small hands unfold like petals,
and sleep takes you.
"Small hands unfold like petals."
What a beautiful image! Stumbled on your blog through Haiku Friday and already admire your honesty. Looking forward to reading more, MPJ.
Nice. I'm glad that she slept peacefully.
Someone needs to put that to music.... it's a lullaby.... So lovely.