In my kingdom it is winter forever.
The snow falls & there is no time nor day —
no distinction between things, no compare,
no flaw to taint our rudimentary clay.
The falcon has flown away with history,
the bullfinch sheathed in ice & snow, the bare
branch shall never know its May,
nor husband teach the vanity of despair.
Nothing disturbs its peaceful sleep, no dream
of life, no hope, no falsifying dawn
alleviate the blank space within the frame —
no words to speak, no beauty to adorn.
Until she wakes and finds herself alone,
you are her rock, Lord. Lord, you are stone.
Lully, Lulley, Lully, Lulley.