Annie Johnson
Night Song
Softly the wind tiptoes through the trees,
The leaves hang spellbound in the moonlight.
Reverently the crickets chirp at the door jamb;
The moths flutter in the lamplight at the window.
The night sings in hushed tones of starlit magic
Summoning the romantic heart to worship
In the sacred cathedral of Holy tenderness
Descending on a peaceful, dreamy congregation.
You cross the threshold of my dreams;
A silhouette stored in memory’s wonder;
Wrapped in the heart beats of time and longing
Ever illumined by the mystery of love.
Though distance spanned a lifetime of emptiness,
We conquered the eons of each dancing mile;
Love is boundless in its destiny of intent;
We are proof of its vast reaches through time.
In this timeless record being recorded
Let the world know that love found us;
You are my solemn vow of infinite love
Written on the wailing wall of timelessness.
The leaves hang spellbound in the moonlight.
Reverently the crickets chirp at the door jamb;
The moths flutter in the lamplight at the window.
The night sings in hushed tones of starlit magic
Summoning the romantic heart to worship
In the sacred cathedral of Holy tenderness
Descending on a peaceful, dreamy congregation.
You cross the threshold of my dreams;
A silhouette stored in memory’s wonder;
Wrapped in the heart beats of time and longing
Ever illumined by the mystery of love.
Though distance spanned a lifetime of emptiness,
We conquered the eons of each dancing mile;
Love is boundless in its destiny of intent;
We are proof of its vast reaches through time.
In this timeless record being recorded
Let the world know that love found us;
You are my solemn vow of infinite love
Written on the wailing wall of timelessness.
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