Forever's Lullaby

Through the trees, mysterious trees,

The birds of morning sing to me
And all the shadow passers by
Like dust motes when the sun is high

Are woven through the cloth of time,
Cascading patterns, Life’s pure rhyme.
The random threads that we two made
Throughout the years won’t seem to fade.

They still awake me with the sun

And grant me rest when day is done.
At night I still can hear your sigh
Become forever’s lullaby.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray