An Elder's Lullaby

Morning brewed its eager gloom

By breezy fair and raven plume

Dancing alongside Pop's old tune

Humming below his cigar's fume

Wine engulfed his lonesome grin

Dawn caressed his ashen skin.

Sitting still below his flamboyant tree.

Scattering its embers for me to see

Grayed, his glance swung astray

Meeting mine through jolly aid

His whisper rang a tranquil rustle

"Come join me in this hustle"

Pop's voice, warm moonlit roses.

Trimming my hairs, a fragile lotus,

Eager his lips upon cherry daze

Reeking ash atop our dreary days,