Lullaby from Absurdity Under by Tim Koehn

I've heard the cranes, seen sky curl from their wings,
and in the rain, heard every droplet ring.
But does it matter? It's only in my dreams--
a strange darkness that brings a stranger thing:

I know a strain of hope, a drunken offering,
a winter coat, beneath an early spring.
In spring...

She'll sing a lullaby for sons and daughters.
From lips it will fly to future fathers,
and hope will still ring.

When shadows come, eclipsing you and me,
blink out the sun, moon behind a tree,
beauty comes fractured; it comes painfully.
A disaster--but broken on a sea

you're spent better to hear the waves come carefully;
they're soft and near, and meant only for me.
For me...

She'll sing a lullaby for sons and daughters.
From lips it will fly to future fathers,
and hope will still ring.

• Folk
• acoustic
• acoustic rock
• world music
• Nicosia