Dave G

Sometimes Dave sings me lullabies.

Strumming melodies that float up to my ears.

Weaving magical patterns into my head.

Intertwined with the hypnotic rhythm of drums.

Native beats.

Speaking to me.

Telling me things I know.

Things I don't know.

Things I want to believe.

Drinking all of it in.

A string structured cocktail just for me.

Hemlock and caffeine free.

So I drink and drink until I am full.

And Happy.

And Drunk.

Swaddled in his blanket of prose, rocking me gently to sleep.

As he keeps singing.

lullabies..

Singing me Lullabies..