I Lay Crying,..... Before The
Kiss me, before I sleep.
That I can taste,
Sweet tenure.
A tristé.......
That holds me, ever somber.
Before I wake .
And God, sends the sun,
To light my way.
Hollow echoes,
Ever,..... fill the night.
As loneliness ......
Wrestles, with
The
Dawn .
Giajl © Jim Love