AMULET

Let me be your amulet.

Let my words lift your eyes

to the heights of my life,

that you may see

what I cannot tell you.

At the day’s outset,

while the dawn moon sets,

hang me like Dooley around your neck.

Let me swinging in the sun wink.

Set me, come nightfall, on your vanity.

Let me breathe, as you sleep, my fill

of fantasy, the room filling with moon.

Let the night hold in gold my words.

Hang me like Dooley around your neck,

that I may scent your heart glint.

Ah – let me your amulet be.

Because I am your amulet.

Willie Smith