SHE SLEPT IN RESTFUL PEACE
As seaweed on a sunken ship
so she was held in loves firm grip
and through to early morning light
she slept in restful peace that night.
For every golden moment held
a love so strong unparalleled
her soul a shade of virgin white
she slept in restful peace that night.
Beneath the sloping roof she lay
no seeds of doubt, no shades of grey
in innocence without foresight
she slept in restful peace that night.
And as she slept on bed of straw
she never heard the closing door
quite unaware he’d taken flight
she slept in restful peace that night.