I need a lulliby from you,

a nature verge

from chaos to retire

from a broken foe

with a hostile din

to a soft place

where your love vessel remains

in the calmer light wave

flowing,

flowing,

let your cloud arms,

travel over me

rain on weariness,

my living saphire,

my sweet moon,

bringing light.

If your rising

brings love,

ah, I retire

and enjoy your love,

my bosom of the night,

I’m outmost,

weather beaten vessel

waiting for your sweet berth.

 

15 Oct 08

Collection:  Natural Laws

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