The night is long
no touch of wrong
soul and body at little ease
and the world notices stain
Upon my soul
calm content and ocean floods,
sweet in the tremulous tides
And they would not welcome
Blossoms all the land
where the play is fair
lingered and lingers
upon thy lips
Thought you may not know
I may not feel
spirits crave, waiting to be given
all that is pure and true
Upon we, as we pass into the night!
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
The night is long
no touch of wrong
soul and body at little ease
and the world notices stain
Upon my soul
calm content and ocean floods,
sweet in the tremulous tides
And they would not welcome
Blossoms all the land
where the play is fair
lingered and lingers
upon thy lips
Thought you may not know
I may not feel
spirits crave, waiting to be given
all that is pure and true
Upon we, as we pass into the night!
