In Meadow's Bed
By Cinara
In Meadow’s Bed Lay your head upon the softness of my heart In meadow’s bed where purple heathers grow Of earth sweet fragrance we will be a part And breezes of tranquility will blow Let the quiet whispers touch your ear As sounds of nature fall in your embrace For every fluttering rush of wing you hear Will bring a soft delight upon your face Rest your eyes within the calmness of my own In pools of moving waters seek the dream Let them wrap you in a tenderness unknown In mesmerizing sounds of silky stream Close your eyes to visions of the dark Place your hand within the trusting of my keep Lay your head upon the softness of my heart Let its murmur slumber you to sleep Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 11:53 PM PST 0 • 8
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