DesertWords

Sing To Me

Sing to me, Love,
the night is cold
the wind is a blade
that severs my soul
and leaves me afraid,
adrift and alone.

 

Please, take my hand
the way isn't clear
there's no one in sight
no friendly face near
to offer a generous word

 

I'm afraid to go on
the danger is great
I cannot imagine
a worse human fate
than to walk in the darkness alone
Please, take my hand in yours.

 

I've called your name
but I hear no reply
in the midst of the night
all the stars cry
and the harvest moon, once so bright
refuses to shine anymore.

 

I cannot bear
to go it alone
the still, cold air
cuts to my bones

 

Please, Love, sing to me.

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    May the songs reach your heart and life together ensues.

    Andy

  • anonymousblue

    This heartbreaking lament touched me. I love how you painted a sad nighttime scene with simple yet precise language. Well done.



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