*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"*
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 1:27 AM UTC
*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"*
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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