He comes to me at night
Singing a whispered lullaby.
Gently he rocks me to sleep
And gives me peaceful dreams
Oh hateful sun stay hidden from me, I want not your scornful rays
The moon better suits me, its cooling touch calming the seas
which will bring my lover back to me
Upon the watchtower I sit, awaiting his ship
The stones feel like feathers to me, a soft down beneath my hips
The cold wind blows his scent to me, one of sandalwood and mint
I hear his song so clearly now, feel the touch of his lips
He is here inside me, caressing my very soul-
Oh hateful sun please stay hidden just a moment more.......................
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