A child sleeps

For the dverse prompt.

A child sleeps

The wind in the leaves, a lullaby sussurra,
smoothing his brow above tight closed eyes,
a cantilena he hears in his dreaming,
a mother’s singing that cradles his sleep.

She sings to the child as the first star appears,
a scintilla sprung from the depths of the dark,
lids in dormiveglia flicker, then close
as the sky’s glitter-glimmer trail arches above.

A cradle, a mother, a child’s milky breath,
a river of stars singing sparks from the night
lilting and whispering soft as the down
of a bird, of the wing of an owl in its flight.