Sleep In My Arms Lullaby

Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through, while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you and heavens throb, pulsing and bleeding in crimsons, once blue - their passions, like flames, fill my veins as you pass into view. The breeze holds her breath as you touch, then embrace me anew and smouldering clouds withdraw, blushing, then paling their hue. The twilight is painted with wandering dreams of your charms, so close your eyes slowly and slip into sleep in my arms. The pendulous moon appears, sweeping the fog from up high distilling the drops into notes of a hushed lullaby, their quavering tunes spinning tales which amaze, mystify, while tremulous stars fling a fire that fevers the skies, for stories they tell reflect love as revealed by your sighs - their fury is burning, alive in the depths of your eyes. The twilight is painted with wandering dreams of your charms, so close your eyes slowly and slip into sleep in my arms. The shifting shore’s moaning, seduced by tempestuous tides which flow with the rhythm of flesh as our senses collide, and quiet explodes as the stillness of night’s amplified. A lingering kiss bids adieu till the morning breaks wide when cockerels come conjuring dawn with voluptuous pride enticing the sun into banishing night, starry-eyed. The twilight is painted with wandering dreams of your charms, so close your eyes slowly and slip into sleep in my arms.