And the stories

they told fell like

raindrops on a blustery

fall evening, even the

leaves listened intently.

-Babydoll Laments

Alternate in reality

I could see quite clearly.

Everything out of order

and gravity pulled me.. ME

to be the compass.

Finally I had become the

center of something in

this life. -Babydoll Laments

Time is relinquished,

like a clock with no hands.

Seconds slipping with

the sunset as oxygen

depleates the ozone.

The minutes become

miniscule and I

await the freeze.

-Babydoll Laments

And when do lullabies

turn to laments?

Is the with the turn of

our seasons or soft

draft in between,

Moonlight illuminating

our souls and our toes

grow frightful with delight

knowing the we are the ink

that flows. Breathing

tones onto the canvas,

we expire with the wind

as the lullaby lives on.

-Babydoll Laments