"And then it all worked out…" by Quinn G.

Read to me a lullaby and feel it intrinsically, 
Like the strings singing in a child’s first music box.
Free to me recovery from detriment,
Incidental like black keys,
More needs,
Capricious incidents.

Sing to me the naked lullaby
In your shining translucent soul,
Making melodies like simplicity and bravery 
Until I, just for a twinkling, feel whole. 

Simple things shine like gold and rings,
But you and I…we grind like miners searching for coal,
Pressure like a soul containing diamonds,
And plans to now one day grow old.

I want to be with you
Like you want the best for me.
In my sleep I recall to show not tell,
But I am too wakeful for subtlety. 

So please now sing for me in perpetuity 
The likeness of my everything,
And feel these wings when I will sing
Hapless and out of key. 

Lullaby, baby, sweet soothing things
Are like diamonds on repeat,
Chiseled and sharp but too bright to ever scar repeat.

Make of me no tragedy and tell me something sweet,
Gentle and not trifling 
Like an angel has taken their seat,
On the precipice between starlings and winter’s retreat.