Come To Me.

Come to me in the moonlight when the careless whispers blow, and the trees bend low in silent tribute. Come to me in blue-darkness when the shadows glow, and the song of the river bird sinks, like music upon the heart; when the stars keep not their lustrous eyes. Come to me with soft in-land murmur. Call out my name in the bluenight. Drown out the distance between us. Come, my love! Come into my waiting arms, and know the solace that love allows.