I watch you in despair,
Longing for the arms of sleep,
To carry you into oblivion's lair.
I watch, as your dreams disappear,
Like the clouds that pass the moon,
And weave my silvery gossamer strands,
To bring light into your darkest gloom.
As you grow drowsy, drift away,
Closer do I stray,
Whisper softly to your mind,
That I am here to stay.
Despair is known to all at times,
From birth, through life to tomb,
But love that's lost before it's birth,
That despair, known by so few.
Know every day's a wondrous gift,
No existence wasted, futile,
My threads can help to mend your heart,
Though it will take a little while.
So I draw closer to you,
Place my life now in your hands,
And I kiss your sleeping peaceful form,
Before gathering back my strands.
