The sun's work is over, the moon's shift begins,
The sweet smell of jasmine floats on the wind;
Though your heart is breaking, try not to cry,
I'll sing the words softly..... hear my lullaby
Night is upon us, the day's on the run,
The birds sing their hymn to the setting sun;
You say you can't sleep, they say you must try,
Close your eyes and be still..... hear my lullaby
Every heart searches for this blessed relief,
Your fears won't take hold, they're in retreat;
It's time to sleep, the darkness is nigh,
I'm close by, my darling..... hear my lullaby
Sleep well, my beloved, you're safe and sound,
The light of the moon is caressing the ground;
I'll stay here with you 'til the sun is high,
Close beside you I'll be..... hear my lullaby
And when the dawn breaks into a promising morn,
I'll be right here with you as the new day is born;
And soon, the sun through your window will fly,
I pray you felt peace hearing my lullaby
Marvelous lullaby refrain poem, to me d jasmines embellish its beauty along with how creatively say, d moon caressing d ground! Kudos pal.
Oh! Lora so beautiful! I think next time I am up for night I will think of it and think of you for giving us such lovely gift.
And when the dawn breaks into a promising morn, I'll be right here with you as the new day is born there's always love and hope in your poem, Lora, really soothes your lullaby.
Beautiful poetry Lora. You must believe it to be so just by all of the sincere comments. Love your work. Beautiful and enlightening!
The sun's work is over, the moon's shift begins, The sweet smell of jasmine floats on the wind; Though your heart is breaking, try not to cry, I'll sing the words softly..... hear my lullaby. such song like melody, i got lost in it and its going in my fav. poem list. a 10 for it. please read some of my poems and comment. :)
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I would like to translate this poem
whether it be sun or moon I adore you both clasp my heart taking turns to light your face a muse has come to my bed dreams of Lorraine in my head visit my quill with wet words I await your glow