~*~Farewell Lullaby~*~
Sleep now, child of fortune and morning, sweetest bud of steadfast tree. You've but a few days to grace my arms with your faery weight before the waves part us forever. How your purity wounds me with its songs of stainless snowfalls ghostless dreams tearless birthdays skipping joys! The petal softness of your cheek scorches the tips of my wondering fingers; the infant goldness of your curls binds my heart-strings to the point where I must nearly pray to die. I must go and you must bide. You cannot bloom in the shade of my pain your baby steps must not tread on my thorns. But lay your balm on the hurts of your father let your blossoms scatter round him spin rainbow hammocks and moonbeam tents. Let my smile dance from your eyes be his candle, crown and song; stitch his banner with your name warm him with questions nurse him with mischief feed him with riddles the stars cannot guess. This blessing, such as it may be I lay upon you, that your hands may cup his heart in such a way that grief shall never be its ruin but only open doors of glory.
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