Lullay, lullay my tiny child

when the baby cries

i try to hold her just so

to sway and sing and gently dance along

the circumference of this room

the contours of the song

and hold her to the beat of my chest

the hum of my lungs

while the solid earth holds us both

circling slow all caught in the playful sun's

imaginary lasso

around, around, and around we go

like sleep softly creeping

down her brow to kiss her nose

empty words lullay my mind

that truth is simply made of love

how like an echo on the air I breath

now hush and hush my tiny babe