To My Sleeping Beauty by Jude Kyrie

In resting pose she sleeps in innocence 
Under pillowed clouds and songbirds fold 
Soft light pours upon her in vaulted reverence 
her sweet face framed by hair of gold 

At night the silvered shadows fall 
In shrouded silence, she does not hear 
The saddened night-birds call 
Or the distant heartbeats of those so dear 

Amber sunsets fall upon her, till 
Darkness breaks with moonlight cheer 
Lost in slumber deep and still 
Safe from anguish and earthly fear