Rock Me, With Your Rhythm,

Rock Me, With Your Rhythm, 

 

From the music in your soul.

Let your words, calm, my fevered brow.

Let your, kisses, find me.....

Let me, find......love again.

I'm ever listening, for that sound.

Of, the rustling of feathers.

The beating, of an angels...... wings.

Death, has gently rocked, my cradle.

Since the advent, of my birth.

And now he sits, and mocks.

While playing chess, with 

God

 

for my mortal soul.

 

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