Night of Love

Beauty upon the night and let the shadow fall from the sky.
Let it be my calling and let it remember me from the moon,
and in your remembrance of all things bright, let it call upon the stars.
Let it find me upon the midnight of my youth,
and let it surround me upon the drippings of the bees in the dew.

Come calling Oh midnight blue,
and let it set sailing upon the seas of salt upon the moon.
Come hither from the sailing of the salts upon the grain of sands,
and let it open my eyes upon the midnight calling of the time at hand.
A dream comes calling and to find it in me tells of a distant land,
when all is surrounded and pointing to a promised point in time of the sand