Autolullabye
Danyelle Taylor
All along the shore
The boats are all gently moored
To bob in the coming storm
And carry their cargo on
How many times
We've buried ourselves alive
We're struggled and we've survived
And find inside
Some hunger comes
No cortisol can quiet
In deep heart of night
Imagine the perfect light
Imagine the perfect time
To live as we both would like
My hair ribbons tied
To hold the strands aside
And keep out of my eyes
A piece of me
The self I see
Is there when I'm not watching
For love is tall
And sees so far
I love you as you go on