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The Gravity of the Moon
I can still feel the curls
in your hair babyboy
as I put my palm and fingers
through it's perfect memory
your right cheekbone
pressing against mine
the smell of innocence
amongst your skin
and the brilliance of your eyes
is a heaven sent remedy
I remember being afraid
the night I brought you home
that in the morning sun
I'd find you just a dream
so I held you like a secret
and begged the world to have mercy
on the most magnificent thing
I had ever seen
Looking back it seems as though
every precious heart beat of yours
was just a knock on heaven's door
much to soon
"he" hath come for you
like the gravity of the moon
rolling the tide
unto the shore
Son, sleep tight for now
my sweet little dream
it may seem as though
my heart has gone
yet the first morning star
shall remind me where you are
when it lights the moon
then rises a new dawn
