Golden Slumbers

tiny eyes

fighting off sleep

a wisp

of downy hair

brushing lightly against my cheek


the smallest of hands

balled into fists

not wanting

to lose

the day


my darling

my star

the summit of my love

go gently

into the night

there will be

many days to come


a kiss

and she drifts away


by assurances of love

as softly I sing

once there was a way

to get back homeward

The End

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