Lullaby

Tonight I find myself sleepless again. I picked up my guitar and sang myself lullabies. I played U2's Running To Stand Still, which is one of my favorites songs to sing, and this is what it gave me.

 

 

 

In the deepest dark of night

I find myself again.

Alone and lying sleepless

with ghosts hovering over my head.

Spirits and shadows casting

images on my walls.

And even further into my mind

and my heartbeat quickens its pace.

I always wish for lullabies

for songs sung in the dark.

For a warm voice to wrap itself around me

and take me back to my dreams.

I wish for the comfort of soothing words

floating on feathered wings.

Like something the angels left on the wind

that blew over me like a breeze.

Tonight I got up and turned on a light

that cast a cool blue over the room.

I picked up my guitar and played for myself

a quiet lullaby.

With my outstretched hand I muted the strings

the sound was a quiet echo.

In a whispered voice I felt the words

of a story of a girl.

The story is one of trying

of hope in the face of despair.

About raising your voice without making a sound

about raging to find yourself.

It is hopeful through its images

of a dark and broken place.

It is strong within its silence

a quiet driving force.

It peaks just before the final words

which come in a soundless breath.

And drifts off to a sweet wordless melody

against the pace of a beating heart.

Whatever left me sleepless

has left me with this song.

I lay my guitar down next to me

and close my eyes again.

 

 

Good night...