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Hark, I hear a voice praying for my salvation

An orison resonance in dulcet tones

   of swaddling comfort,

      ivory, pale pink & dove gray

Is it my tutelary angel hovering above

   with pearly outspread wings

Is it my lost beloved's litany of protection,

   whispered on the wind, safeguarding

      me from far far away

"Please give her whatever she needs

   and keep all away that would

      cause her harm"

The argus-eye lullaby settles over me,

   frantic restlessness gives way

      to halcyon slumber