SING TO ME
Sing To Me
Sing to me in your true silence old moon
in which the seasons do change but not you
Oh shooting star you have pierced my heart
Sing to me of the night don't give me fright
Let me see you with my own eyes
Don't hid you're love in the night like a crying dove
When through the purple sky that screams at me
A scarlet river I do see of true beauty that touched me
In terror of the night I had to cry
because love came to me in true moaning of life's beauty
Staring right at me
Oh how it made my heart sing away all my pains.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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