The Song of Space
Do you hear
In the stilll of the night
When the skies are pierced
With pinpoints of light
And thin clouds tickle the face of the moon
The song of space,
The cry of the loon?
Or, in your sleep
Comfortable and deep,
Do you hear me sigh your name?
Not once,
But again
And again?
And in your warm dreamscapes
Do you feel my hand
Brushing your face,
Massaging your back,
and
Cuddling close
I curl up next to you
To feel your protection,
To be near to you?
For these are the thoughts
And things I dream of
And over the miles
I send you my love.
For I may not reach you
When sun greets the day with a grin
So I settle for night thoughts
That blow gently on the wind.
Karen A. Lech
In the stilll of the night
When the skies are pierced
With pinpoints of light
And thin clouds tickle the face of the moon
The song of space,
The cry of the loon?
Or, in your sleep
Comfortable and deep,
Do you hear me sigh your name?
Not once,
But again
And again?
And in your warm dreamscapes
Do you feel my hand
Brushing your face,
Massaging your back,
and
Cuddling close
I curl up next to you
To feel your protection,
To be near to you?
For these are the thoughts
And things I dream of
And over the miles
I send you my love.
For I may not reach you
When sun greets the day with a grin
So I settle for night thoughts
That blow gently on the wind.
Karen A. Lech
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