Love is the song I sing to send you
you to sleep, sink your head in my lap
and dream of me. Put away
your smoking guns and rest from the best of reason.
Slip into mystery while I
whisper words of righteousness in rhymes
that will make your old-soul feel young and
sublime with beauty.
I am wide awake and will guard your mind from evil
with Orion's sword and September's moon
as a shield. Let weariness slide in and
leave you pale, breathing evenly, pain evanescent.
Linger there long, living in a faerie-tale with me.
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