Wake me less in the morn -
Breathe me in, more at noon -
Hold me with a steady grasp -
In the after -
And in the EVE, take me -
Under the Silver Moon.
And in the very early morn -
When darkness blankets,
The sky -
Hold me, ever close, as one -
With a promise of no,
Good-bye.
So touch me, in the much later -
Caress me, near the,
Mid Of Night -
Welcome me, into your most,
Loving arms -
And take me again, under the -
Silver Moon-Light.
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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