Awaiting Genesis
Hectic days run rampant in seconds of perpetual confusion.
I descend on my journey back home,
like a still life photograph of unattained motion.
And when night falls stardust from crystalline skies,
Bedtime stories become wishing wells of tranquil dreams.
The angelic voice of my child sings a lullaby
in six different harmonic measures,
for a soothing remedy of tomorrow.
I descend on my journey back home,
like a still life photograph of unattained motion.
And when night falls stardust from crystalline skies,
Bedtime stories become wishing wells of tranquil dreams.
The angelic voice of my child sings a lullaby
in six different harmonic measures,
for a soothing remedy of tomorrow.
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