CRADLE

    when the wind halts  who will unleash my  kisses unto thee?  tethered upon billows of eternal misery.
  when the night forgets to sing a lullaby, who'll cradle my bedimmed soul?  my  eyes  unkindled,  unheeded cries muddled in a haze.
   I see all the doors are barred. and the  window becomes dense, almost impenetrable. I can not peek, as i seek  thee with  my mangled  heart.  
  ©jenh2013