A Song Softly Fading

Listen ye well-nigh.... 'Pon ye wonder ear.. O melody ~ Of the Song Thrust fainting.... Amidst the sinking gasp of the dark stars ~ Kindling the nightness... Mid moon-life gladness... Oft a wee wanting moment melt away..... By the sun...Seeking the rendered calmness... Of a resting place.....Marking all time still.. A haven ~ 'Pon brow of awaiting breath.... Ye may have nurture amidst all daylight.. Abreast calmer fragrance...Of hope at night... Yet hast ye let lie still.. A single moment... Whilst ye listen to...The Thrush serenade.... Softly fading... Aside the shed of day... Mid call upon without a book ~ All dreams...