Lullabye for an Old Year

December, your worries are loud in your mind
And your thoughts are too busy for dreams
Voices and duties and wishes combine
And everything grows to extremes
That's when you turn to a comfortable sight
In your peripheral vision
That's when you trust in the arms of the night
To rock away pain and decision

And she'll hold you while you sleep
And she'll breathe her song into your dreams
And her warm arms pull you deep
For she's always the woman she seems
To be
When was the last time you gave yourself time
To drift in a quiet direction
Let your mind sing your body an internal rhyme
Forgot your long search for perfection
Turn your face now to the crook of her arm
She's always a warm shadow waiting
The arms of the night are your best good luck charm
Against your internal debating

Let her hold you while you sleep
Let her breathe her song into your dreams
Let her warm arms pull you deep
For she's always the woman she seems
To be

Bridge:
And there's no need to speak
She won't ask you for wisdom
You don't have to be strong
She won't ask you to choose
She's the spirit of peace
She is yours for the giving
And all she will give you is love

And she'll hold you while you sleep
She will breathe her song into your dreams
While her warm arms pull you deep
For she's always the woman she seems
To be
Yes, she's always the woman she seems
To be

Notes: The end of the year is always a time for reflection, I suppose, and some folks reflect harder than others. Someone dear to me was reflecting really hard, on his year, his life, and on himself, so I wrote him a lullabye. It's all about unconditional love and not caring about the past, and about putting the present aside, just long enough to sleep deeply and peacefully. Finished 12/31/02.

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