by James Cucinella
child, lie quiet.
Earth is like a still wind, a great tree.
Night moves over this city like sand, silently.
Elsewhere, where children sleep,
Love is stirred,
The speechless song is heard.
Everywhere the best of minds contrive reasons;
Yet though they strive to build their best,
They will not tell you the rest.
So close your eyes softly
And sleep careless while you can –
For soon you will be a man.
©1989 James Cucinella
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