As You Sleep, Little One

Ripples ladened with slow songs are the blinks of your sleepy eyelashes lashing me for sold innocence and for feeding dreams with the putrid meat of wrongs. The past is beautiful in your eyes child when tears wasn't ink to seal hate and all these dainty pooh-pooh of pride Was nothing, if it wasn't chocolate. How you sought magic leaving my room cluttered while you chuckled at the sight of it with puerile lens. I regret all your unicorns I butchered when I filled your head with realism and science. As you sleep after bedtime tale I will kiss your bruised temple and oil your hair with the vial of alabaster broken from a guilty heart. I'll cut the awe of you into letters to weave a vast verse studded with adventure and magic and new lullabies cherubic.