What's Become Of The Baby?

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waves of violet
go crashing and laughing
rainbow winged singing birds
fly round the sun

sunbells rain down
in a liquid profusion
mermaids on porpoises
draw up the dawn

what's become of the baby
this cold December morning?

songbirds frozen in their flight
drifting to the earth
remnants of forgotten dreaming
calling...
answer comes there none
go to sleep you child
dream of never ending always

panes of crystal
eyes sparkle like waterfalls
lighting the polished
ice caverns of Khan
but where in the
looking-glass fields of illusion
wandered the child
who was perfect as dawn?

what's become of the baby
this cold December morning?

racing rhythms of the sun
all the world revolves
captured in the eye of Odin
Allah pray where are you now?
all Mohammed's men
blinded by the sparkling water

Sheherazade gathering
stories to tell
from primal gold fantasy
petals that fall
but where is the child
who played with the sun chimes
and chased the cloud sheep
to the regions of rhyme?
stranded cries the south wind
lost in the regions of lead
shackled by chains of illusion
delusions of living and dead

--Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter
What's Become of the Baby?





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