A LULLABY FOR NEW YORK
8th Dec '01 Sara L. Russell
[Revised 11th Sep '03]
Dark shadows swirl their way into Cabrini Boulevard,
The pigeons rise to scatter as they slowly pass along,
The pretzel seller finds his eyes are misted, caught off-guard.
A subway busker starts to play a doleful Elvis song.
East-Eighty-Third is humming with a thousand urban dreams,
Cold fantasies unfold within the petals of the night;
September ghosts are set adrift on ectoplasmic streams,
With hosts of angels following, in garlands of white light.
Sleep soundly now, New York, let bitterness be washed away,
let sleep's dark poppies dissipate all agonies of mind.
Sentinel wings will guide your mourning dreams towards the day
when sanity will reign over the ways of humankind.
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Victoria Taylor Murray
Tom
EDWIN
Be always safe,
Karen
Thank you for sharing your beautiful and profound art.
In appreciation,
Dixie Dawn Michelle
my heart breaks anew
in a moment of silence
for all those who died
Agree with Regis: would that this would come to pass. Our angry, apathetic society doesn't seem to give a rip, unless it's convenient or for their own selfishness ..
Powerfully penned, especially the last two lines. Thank you for remembering -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
when sanity will reign over the ways of humankind.
Would that this were to come to be, Sara. Thank you for sharing this most apt and timely write. Love and best wishes,
Regis