With curious feet the night enters with beauty in her eager eyes. Love speaks to the ocean of hearts, she has touched as the moon glides by quietly before the eyes of men. I can see your face held by the fingers Of my hope, once again
In the eyes of peaceful angels with shining hair of molten gold I see those shores of all great happiness and joy Held by a loyal hand, proclaiming there is love such a sweet delight rains down To my heart, from above
I stand here within the comfort of my silken thoughts of you, while unmatchable tenderness appears in place Speaks to me of memories I can always find. While breathing in night's sheer beauty with my own heart in kind
I see your face, if only for a moment, as the other half of me As I lay here watching night enter with curious feet. Love sweetly touches my heart in a rush tells me to close my tired eyes "Sleep, dear one, shush"