lullabye:

when heaven decrees that
our time’s run out
and our bones become ashes 
returned  to the ground

when the winds won’t blow
and the stars fall down
when our visions wither
beyond all doubt

when the sun don’t shine
and the moon won't rise
when the tall grass withers
before our eyes

when the fish don't swim
and the birds won't fly
i'll still be yours,
passed the end of time

so
don't you cry, now
don't you cry


amy whittlesey 2013