The Lullaby

Sing me a lullaby of the dead morning When stars fall for my final departure; Sing me a lullaby of the dear mourning, And let me sleep while you nurture Dance on my death-bed like the evening, Let the blossoms blow their fragrance, Dance now to the music of their weeping, And let me dream of your wondrous elegance Kiss me then goodbye once more, just once And let my lips taste your broken ice, From frost's melting galleries, just once; Let your lips kiss my shattered eyes Take the blow onto your lashes wide, And take me into your wildest tide; Let the celebrations of my journey begin, As I've let them cherish my drowning reign Now, sing me a lullaby of the dying sun, And let my head rest on your bosom; In silence, let the waning moon kiss the sun; And Stitch this memory in that blossom Whilst I turn your dreams around in my sleep, Take my hand and let me just sleep, Let not the boats of tears on cheeks creep, And let not those memories in minds weep Sing me a lullaby of my final day, Let me, for once, with you stay; Let not the May touch my June, Lock in your eyes, my final tune Falling stars when surpass every chord, Let your fingers slip on my face, Alongside those stars in every chord, And sprinkle some of your beaming grace And Sing me a lullaby of the dead morning When stars fall for my final departure; Sing me a lullaby of the dear mourning, And let me sleep while you nurture