Goodnight Moon

"Goodnight Moon"

There's a nail in the door

And there's glass on the lawn

Tacks on the floor

And the TV is on

And I always sleep with my guns

When you're gone

There's a blade by the bed

And a phone in my hand

A dog on the floor

And some cash on the nightstand

When I'm all alone the dreaming stops

And I just can't stand

What should I do I'm just a little baby

What if the lights go out and maybe

And then the wind just starts to moan

Outside the door he followed me home

Well goodnight moon

I want the sun

If it's not here soon

I might be done

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

There's a shark in the pool

And a witch in the tree

A crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me

And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall

Something's under the bed

Now it's out in the hedge

There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge

And I hear something scratching through the wall

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby

What if the lights go out and maybe

I just hate to be all alone

Outside the door he followed me home

Now goodnight moon

I want the sun

If it's not here soon

I might be done

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

Well you're up so high

How can you save me

When the dark comes here

Tonight to take me up

To my front walk

And into bed where it kisses my face

And eats my head

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby

What if the lights go out and maybe

And then the wind just starts to moan

Outside the door he followed me home

Now goodnight moon

I want the sun

If it's not here soon

I might be done

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

~ Shivaree

HOPE AND FEAR

Hope and Fear 

Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope,

With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,

Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer

Looks Godward,
past the shades where blind men grope

Round the dark door
that prayers nor dreams can ope,

And makes for joy the very darkness dear

That gives her wide wings play; 

nor dreams that fear

At noon may rise
and pierce the heart of hope.

Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn,

May truth first purge her eyesight to discern

What, once being known, 

leaves time no power to appall;

Till yoiuth at last,
ere yet youth be not,learn 

The kind wise word that falls from years that fall--

"Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne

THE INSTINCT OF HOPE

The Instinct Of Hope

Is there another world for this frail dust

To warm with life and be itself again?

Something about me daily speaks there must,

And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?

'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,

And everything seems struggling to explain

The close sealed volume of its mystery.

Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace

As seeming anxious of eternity,

To meet that calm and find a resting place.

E'en the small violet feels a future power

And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,

And surely man is no inferior flower

To die unworthy of a second spring?

 by John Clare