I Close my Weary Eyes
And Sigh
I Rest my Breath Upon
Your Bosom
I Exhale Chaos
Pain
Frustration
Turmoil
Confusion
Hurt
Loneliness
And All the Chaff in me,
With its jagged and lacerating edges.
Sigh
Sweet and Softly Deep
Me
Quiet and Gently Free
You
Tenderly Whispering Love
Drift
To Touch You High Above
I Sing in Concert with the Blissful Night
In the Boundless Halls of the Echoing Palace
Of All Your Beauty, Bedecked and Glimmering
Phantasm and Mystery for me to See.
Lush
Delicate
Stirring
Refreshing
Breath of Heaven
Breathe in Me
Sing Past All my Calamity
Rest in Me and Set me Free.
~Morgan~
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