Lullaby
by
Amethyst

From moon gardens,
from star trellises
petals fall dusting the lake.
I journey down the white
and silver hours
across dreams
to meet you at your door.

From moon glades,
from star meadows
I come with fresh,
white hands
filled with flowers
I can give you now.

At your door
you seem surprised to see
no small bitter blossoms
of absinthe and rue,
no marigold for grief,
no anemone forsaken
and in tears.

At your door I offer
a white and blameless rose
to heal your heart
and lavender
to soothe your sleep.

I have never left.

You dreamed me here
and I arose
from the moon's cradle,
travelled down the night,
down the brightly flowered path
to meet you at your door,

my hands overflowing
with lillies and white lilacs
and roses
from the garden of the moon--
so you will know,
so you will know

that I love you.