To hear your voice today was simply magic
—it carried me on waves of endless rings
and there at once I felt your call and echo
reverberate my soul to make it sing.

Your muffled words rocked me ever slowly
—as if I laid on puffy lazy clouds
and when the sun had peeked to quickly bath me
the velvet of your voice became my shroud.

Oh, how I long to ride your waves again
and hear the quiet of your strumming hum
rock me gently high above the heavens
—rock me to the sound of Kingdom Come.

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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Lullaby | I Feel You