With The Child Always

In the lonely moments of yellow gold noon On the roof alone under the crescent moon You breeze down on my mind soft and silent An aroma of old time from faraway firmament! The magic wand of dream cleanses the rust The present disappears comes back the past Your lips part, in a hum of lullaby, Cuddles in your arms the sweetest baby! In the liquid dawn when the air spews dew Its fragrance melts time to find you anew You land in my yard with ageless grace To bear the child in your warm embrace! When dark clouds gather on the horizon In the rising storm I feel all alone You quietly come and lay your hands on me To let me know you aren't gone, you can never be!