In the Stillness of the Hours
Deep within the night
In the stillness of the hours
Her spirit slowly comes to me
Like the fragrance of Spring flowers.
Silently, she soothes my sorrows
And I strive to keep her near
So that the bothers of the morrow
Will not flood my soul with fear.
Throughout the night she comforts me
As she cures my forlorn heart
With her happiness and passion sweet,
Before the night departs.
Noiselessly, the night moves on,
And with the dawn of day,
She strokes my soul one final time
Then slowly steals away.
Copyright © Steven Getz | Year Posted 2023
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