Sleep like a star in the sky,
Your glow,
Frozen in flight,
/
Where it’s cold, mortally cold,
Where it’s cold
Forever
/
Don’t be afraid of the wind –
It won’t pierce you,
/
Don’t be afraid of the snow –
It won’t hide
/
You from the heart, which continues
To love you
/
Or from the eyes, which still search
For your light
/
Fear not the ice for soon
You’ll become like it,
/
Solid yet frail under the touch
Of warmth,
/
Fear not the rocks, which, like you,
Rest suspended
/
In capsules of time till they
Suddenly fall
/
Dread not my voice or the words
I am saying,
/
Breathe through the pain
They inspire in you;
/
This lullaby is for those,
Already sleeping,
/
I let you hear it
Only because I knew
/
You would
Never listen

I especially liked
. . . This lulluby is for those,
Already sleeping . . .
—Chagall
Thank you for reading and commenting, Chagall! Glad something about the poem spoke to you!
Song of the Tundra
I like your name for the poem, Carl :)! Thanks for reading!
Love how the poem builds to those last lines…wonderful.
Thank you! Glad you still enjoy my – rather repetitive – poetry :)!