Return to me.

It's in 'My Mind At Midnight'. A peom.

The apple of her father’s eye,

On this night she shall fly,

To her King, so far away,

I pray that she’ll be back by day.

 

She’s gone somewhere I can not follow,

And in my sorrow I shall wallow

Without her I can not see,

Why life should be so precious to me.

 

When I am lost, she is my way,

She keeps my worst always at bay,

For her I would go to the ends of the earth,

But, without her, my world has no mirth.

 

Someday I hope that she will wake,

For now all hope I shall forsake,

Her life and my future is in His hands,

My heart held together by iron bands.

 

Then at me, she did look,

At her bedside, with my book,

And in her eyes I saw a flare,

As I stroked her downy hair.

 

In her eyes I saw the dawn,

All darkness, from them, was gone,

Into the new day we tread,

My soul freed from all it’s dread.

Author's Note

Please excuse anything you find offensive. It was not done intentionally