Neat tapestry.

Where flowers lay like neat tapestry, you wove a poem into each seam
and with your lips
Placed gentle kisses
Upon my head to dream 

That night it took great courage,  beneath that silver moon
For parted moments in our sleep, the morning
Comes so soon

And in your eyes I view the skies,  when wide awake and standing there
With my love and prayers above, god had you in his care.