Slow awnings lullaby

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.

 25/01/2021 (c)