Whispered a lullaby sweet as honeysuckle,
I bled, pleading to the faint light,
"When shall things be silent?"
For days are yet to be gone,
And nights are yet to come,
Smile, my darling, for we've gone far,
Far as the heavens can be,
Where choirs of angels utter such delightful words,
Laugh, my dear, for tiger lilies do,
In ponds of blissfull waters,
Refreshing as the meadow breeze,
Love, my child, for hearts are meant to fly,
Across the sky of cobalt blue,
Into the great hands of undeniable glory.
