Hush now… The stars are listening. Don’t wake the wind. Don’t call his name. Little hands of midnight sleep, Close your eyes, don’t let them weep. Mama sings through cotton breath, Over cradle, under death. Shadows tap upon the wall, Footsteps where there were none at all. The moon is watching - hush, be still. He comes not by will… but will. I dream of you with eyes wide closed. Your heartbeat like a secret froze. And if you cry, the wind might hear… And bring the things we should not fear. He’s not a man, not beast, not boy He is the silence in your toy. The smile that flickers in the frame, The lullaby that speaks your name… Sleep now… The cradle’s warm. The world is cold. And he is born.
