Lyricanica's Lullaby

Lyricanica’s Lullaby She sat – her heart beat like a dove As she confessed poetry was her love Not just words in any fashion Her verse and rhyme were her PASSION As she lay her head upon the pillow More words were formed and made her mellow A smile appeared across her face As she drifted off to slumber’s place That place was filled with wondrous words Not too pompous nor too absurd But it was as if she could almost feel The words to her were so very real Without a prompt she wrote outright “It was a feast for my soul meeting you tonight” “Thanks to you” were her final lines Which startled him – they were so kind He wrote “Then feast well. Let the words feed your soul Let them sate your mind and keep it whole And fill you with a relaxation deep That will soothe you into a blissful sleep"