Lullaby II

A
Fleet
Of
Stars
Recline
Between
The
Power
Lines
Like
Mellow
Notes
Of
Silent
Sound,
High
Above
The
Noisy
Ground.
I Play
Them
In
My
Mind,
And
Find
The
Song.
Hey,
I Sing,
Every
Thing
Down
Here
Has
Gone
Terribly,
Awfully,
Ghastly,
Wrong.
The
Unruly
Human
Mix
Is
In
A
Deadly
Fix
And
Those
We
Chose
To
Lead
Are
Consumed
With
Selfish
Greed.
The
Lines
Stretch
On,
The
Stars
Grow
Dim,
And
I Remain
Below
Humming
My
Muted
Hymn,
The
Only
One
I Know.