Let me, on my lap, lay down your head
Use my spirit as your owns bed.
Let me trace your brow so weary
And shield you from the dark so dreary.
Let my fingers touch your lower lip so full
And chase away trouble’s pull.
Let me caress your forehead tired
Forget a space what the fates have conspired.
Let close your eyes in repose
And your nightmares I will depose.
Let my fingers your face gently touch
Your weary soul needs this so much.
Let me take some of your burden as you rest
With these things simple you have me blest.
Let me, I thee beseech, watch over you as you sleep
Shield yourself with my spirit as you close I do keep.
6 June 2002 shadowwv

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