You, beautiful as you are,
Exit into the dawn,
Along with its mist, and dawn chorus,
From your much loved singers on the wing.
You drift by, all weary from the nightly nurture,
Upon less than thankful recipients,
But the light appears upon spring and summer months,
You angel of maintainence,
Sheer selflessness appears from you as you anticipate the seemingly joyous evening ahead,
And yet succumb to the imminent sleep so needed, yet so dreaded.
But know this, my night angel, i ponder aimlessly upon your endless comfort towards strangers old and young,
And realise, my love, that you were sent here from heaven in days to come,
For me, to keep me alive and sustain my life with your sheer presence, my elixir that is you, my life blood... MY CHRISTOPHER
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
You, beautiful as you are,
Exit into the dawn,
Along with its mist, and dawn chorus,
From your much loved singers on the wing.
You drift by, all weary from the nightly nurture,
Upon less than thankful recipients,
But the light appears upon spring and summer months,
You angel of maintainence,
Sheer selflessness appears from you as you anticipate the seemingly joyous evening ahead,
And yet succumb to the imminent sleep so needed, yet so dreaded.
But know this, my night angel, i ponder aimlessly upon your endless comfort towards strangers old and young,
And realise, my love, that you were sent here from heaven in days to come,
For me, to keep me alive and sustain my life with your sheer presence, my elixir that is you, my life blood... MY CHRISTOPHER
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