A Cradle Made Of Gold

by Agneta Falk Hirschman

A Cradle Made Of Gold
for Leonard Cohen

He takes you through the keyhole
engulfs you with his voice
open cracks in darkness
greets you at the door

you tap–dance on his tonsils
feel the vibrations in your soul
his voice is like a cradle
a cradle full of gold

it rocks you into slumber
makes you take a leap
opens all the windows
lets the river in

teases your tear ducks
to a soft falling rain
moistens the roots
of all living things

all that lays dormant
that makes you feel innermost
of being born in darkness
of being sprung into light

a fluffy ball of softness
for all that must be
when words and songs
become eternal harmony