Lost On the Shore

Sleep my love in slumbers arms

There 'pon taffeta rose

Know the angels envy your charms

While resting within my hearts repose

Quiet, hushed my voice does speak

While violins and harps lacy fingers

Touch the depths my soul does leak

For the heathered joy you did bring her

. Sleep the sleep of lovers rest

Gloved and silent your brow I stroke

Once again, to clutch you to my breast

With fluttering hand of love uncloaked.

Kissing the cheek of a poets voice,now unheard

Lips so cool and lost, yet passions burn

The morn does wax and await your word

While measured in beat of sorrow learn'd.

Look the sleeper in dreams does move

Breathing shallow breaths of life

And in the shift of heart beating prove

The dreamer is not alone in the strife.

Lo the weeping lady, at her vigil does e'er stand

A single piece of metal tis she holding

With scarred and dreams shattered in her hand

A measure of love's once sweet unfolding.

Offering to the sleeper, the lady gives her tears.

The blood poured from eyes of hushed pain

The loss of the sleeper's warm countenance dear.

Sadly she did sing of her loves' refrain.

Arms hold the sleeper, in his repose he knows it naught

A breath and veil of ardor undimmed

Surround the boughs where ensnared, she was caught

And e'er she speaks always speaks of him.

Weep he tells her, for tears to endlessly fall

As if in clutching morning to her breast

The tears mean naught to her heart at all

And she in pain lies her head in sorrows rest.

Know dear sleeper that weep she shall

Till tears no more tumble and splash

For in the loss of the sleeper, she does pale

And upon Dover Beach, her heart did crash.

Copyright August 1996-StarDancer Inc.