Half lidded and loving
His sable mane caressing my face
Drawing the sweat like ink
Penning the words of a story
He would choose not to see
Brought to life in the end
Half lidded and loving
His sable mane caressing my face
Drawing the sweat like ink
Penning the words of a story
He would choose not to see
Brought to life in the end
What was falls away like chaff
With first touch of spring
What was falls away like chaff
With first touch of spring
Couple bright days in two whole months
I'm going back to sleep
Couple bright days in two whole months
I'm going back to sleep
A week's worth of smiles and joy
Well earned solitude
A week's worth of smiles and joy
Well earned solitude
She calls me to poetry
Brigid's warm embrace
She calls me to poetry
Brigid's warm embrace