Slow awnings lullaby.

 Oh starlight belonging to his eyes I have not found the moon It's daylight in the hours sombre A pessimist before the noon

What ails my blighted arms have they not a tailored place I loathe the darkness in his absence,
and longing now bestows his grace

To protest the heart of hastened breaths, a slow awnings lullaby May just seem to many as A dream that seeks to fly

Oh but what of words if thou hast none, I speak as if the tomb their lies, although in partings he still breathes a likened breath Without the cries

For all the merrier would be night In the arms of my beloved sin And so as sweetly keep the stars An offering of only him

From the light I'd form the heart Of a wilder women's point of view Just to be apart of love's forevermore,

where dreams of him come true In the wildest flowers lay , beneath that moon come darkened night For all the ways he loves in days Could and would he ever fight

But lay with thou a thousand more And kiss with breaths my tender loom, for love above as nature sees all the flowers then to bloom.