Sleep, now, in the midnight garden
under the shadeless winter trees
Sleep, now, to the whispered rhythm
of the frozen alabaster breeze
Sleep in the warmth of the amber fire
Sleep to the voice that drifts in from afar
Sleep, now, till the morning rises
Sleep in the light of the silver star
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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it's a song. truly
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