In the Arms of Morpheus
IN THE ARMS OF MORPHEUS
Sing a sleeping-song to listening bundle in my arms:
Large dark pools, pupils’ unblinking gaze.
He sees in me what I saw in my mother.
Eye-bonded, soother sucked harder - tsih - tsih - tsih.
Make a funny face, wiggle my tongue:
Slight smile, tired, resisting -
The darkening windows of his soul glaze, roll up, swing back:
He’s slipping in and out.
Rock my tight arms: a tiny yawn,
Arms and legs cease to struggle,
Lids lead-heavy - close - open - close:
Half-open pupils roll up.
Tickle his nose: half-smile, lids close -
Keep rocking, singing a little more
To make sure he’s under,
Then lay him in his crib - asleep.
It is dusk: his is tranquil peace;
His is absolute trust and security;
Mine is delight to give it:
He is why I have lived my life.
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