H U S H Child

My love

Put your heart and mind

To rest

Oh my child your accusation

Is right — we live and we sleep

We eat and we play

Sometimes we kill

Now child let your mother

Sleep through the night underneath

Silver clouds as sharp as knives

Let the moonlight slice her dreams

Into thin red ribbons she can wear

Like apologies no one remembers

Let the wind carry the small bones

Of everything we failed to name

Tomorrow you will wake before me

And find the world still turning

On the same stained axle—

Forgive it slowly,

The way a river forgives stone

Hold my hand when it trembles

Not because I am afraid

But because I have seen

What hands can do

When they forget they are gentle

Sleep now, little judge

Dream of gardens we never planted

Where the fruit falls soft

And no one has to explain

Why the branches sometimes bleed

I will keep watch until the knives

Grow dull against the dawn

And even then

I will not wake you

Until the light is kind enough

To lie.

:: 03.06.2026 ::