by Jon Coe

Created on: June 17, 2008

Soft pillow, of creamy haze
come rest with me, whilst I laze
Entrancing, liquid gold fingers embrace
floating here, in this quiet little place

Window opened, slightly askew
spirit of night entering through
Darkening hands, holding me tight
pouring with in, a soft moonlight

A thin blanket, cradling my mind
glow of the moon, I am enshrined
Upon a leaf, rocking to earth
gently, gently, gliding, we berth

Shrouded in light, these hands unite
together we stand, together we fight
But tomorrow, this glow will wain
until then, this moment will gain

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