Monthly Archives: December 2011

The Song

And he sang to her through the night,

Of lands wondrous, across the blue seas,

Of the heavens above, studded with stars,

Of the soft breeze rustling through her hair,

Of an angel’s lips on his cheek,

Of times gone by, both melancholy and gay,

Of lonely times yet to come,

And of lives lived and maybe yet to be lived.

And so the song ended,

As a soft golden dawn broke.

A smile came upon her lips,

and a tear rolled down his cheek.

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