Saturday, May 19, 2007

Before Sunday

Breathing in quietly
                        the soft light of the candle
                        I feel the warmth of you,
                        my home
                        Embracing you gently
                        somewhere after midnight
                        with my sighs and whispers
                        so far away...
                        Though my sleep unjust
                        and my dreams undone
                        our hearts will never rest...
                        One shining promise of faith
                        my love, you are my hope
                        even without the honor of flesh
                        I'll be with you when you wake

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