Sing me to sleep on these hollowed days,
Rest your gleaming face upon my chest,
Let your salty tears soak deep into my burning skin.

Fear nothing of this darkness,
For the light has found us.
Sing nothing of this dimming dawn,
For the moon is in us,
The moon of the night is in us,
And the sun of the golden day
Is shining silver through the forest of your beating heart.

Burn,
Burn fearless though the storms on the grey-shone seas,
Swim triumphant and splendid
Through our cities of hallowed stone,
Scream ignited odes from atop cathedral spires
In a wintery July,
With the clouds in your head
And in your mouth
And in your beating, burning heart.

Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep on this dew-dampened dawn
And let your heart beat in time to mine.