Nightly Gails.
Nightly Gales.
©-MFB III
The peaceful sounds of bubbling streams,
as they wend their way over smooth stones,
Each mourning doves songs, praising the dawns
at the end of their long journeys flown,
Whispers of fragile, butterfly wings
as they dry, till at long last they part
sailing high upon fluttering breezes,
tiny canvas's, God's perfect art.
So too is the beauty
of your soft sighs set free
when sleep seals and then steals
your blue-eyed gaze at me.
Chorus-
Love knows of no borders, prisons or walls,
it leaps through days and graces night's falls,
freeing the lonely, it goes far beyond death,
it's there at our birth, and will share our last breath...
No songs composed in caverns of brass,
nothing stretching dark chasms with strings,
compares to your most cherished breaths of warm air,
that tickle my ear, when you're near.... exhaling,
nor the joy of just having you there.
sharing dreams that tomorrow will bring.
Chorus-
Love knows no borders, prisons or walls,
leaping through days and gracing night's falls,
it frees the lonely, and goes far beyond death,
it's there at our birth, and will share our last breath...
Your lullabye lulls me off to sandman's castle,
Just past two sleepy bends, and beneath quilted folds,
far away from the drudge found in all of life's hassles,
where we'll reign King and Queen until morning takes hold....
leaving both of us paupers yet rich with love's gold.
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
MFB III Productions