For Margaret, Tala, Eileen, Danny, Jackie, Ollie, Simon, and Cece
Little Boy Blue enjoys the lull
of the push of the brackish lapping —
rock with the roll of the tidal pull
of waters licking as he’s napping
setting of a brilliant sun
beckons dusk and bedtime breeze
Mother Harbor dotes her son –
moonlight blankets little palm trees
Harbor Mother lullabying
harmonizing whisper-winds
safely soundly sweetly softly
goodnight kissing baby’s skin
tidal roll and harbor sway
gently hushing ending day
though Mother Harbor stills her babe
Little Boy Blue is still at play
he blinks his eyes but one last time
the world outside falls fast asleep
the wink of the eye of the Man in the Moon
enlivens a most-merry dream
“Hello, my friend,” says the boy to the moon,
“I know it’s been a while.”
“We’ve much to say and much to play,”
says the moon to the boy with a smile.
"Day may be done and gone be the sun
and waned has my once-gibbous sight.
But dreaming incites a celestial fun,
as lit by my fingernail light."
mobile twirling
Milky Way swirling
Black hole whirling cosmic scene
comet-tailing
stellar sailing
pastel-colored sparkle dream
Little Boy Blue hangs loose from the hook
of his golden-yearing pal
Little Boy Blue whistles sweet and low
while gallivanting all around
racket-raising
ratchet-springing
jungle-gymming
mobile-swinging
rompous-rumpus swinging boy
cacophonic singing boy
oh-so-wild-thinging boy
while the world is sleeping boy
hurly-burling Boy in Blue
alive and awake in his dreaming
astronomic spiral flying
as the world is sleeping
cradle in the crook to crook
nook to astronomic nook
jungle-gymming star to star
monkey bar to monkey bar
dangle-dingle from the top of the tip
of the hook on the horn of Capricorn
Little Boy Blue in a meadow of stars
with hours to play before morn
fingertip painting with silver-blue moonbeams
the slivers do stretch near and far
little boy braiding a moonshadow ribbon
to weave in his bouquet of stars
smiling Moon Man sprinkles stardust
o’er the tidal sway
stellar powder spirals softly
blanketing the bay
gone the sun and day be done
as heavy eyes finally find rest
Little Boy Blue goodnights the moon
from his boardwalk bassinet
Loving Harbor lullabying
Doting Mother swaddles him
Mother Harbor kiss-goodnighting
sweetly sighs the Playful Prince