When the light in the sky rests at night
I summon up memories of you
Memories of our sweet, devious planned moments
In silence
Alone
Your face to me
Not a guiltless remembrance
But a sin worthy of thought
If space should fold over and time relapse
I would place your heart in her hands
Her hands
Not mine
To guard it honestly
Not lust after it guiltily
I do pray that the heavens above be merciful on your soul
And that a sweet harmonious harp play the notes to your name
And do clear your heart with rhythm and song
As darkness enfolds us while the light in the sky rests, I pray
That my mind may fail to remember you in the coming new day
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