By: Steven Mather

How shall I sleep without your arms
to hold me tight against your charms?
In truth, the night will cool and fade
before my head is once more laid
against the downy soft of sleep
which folds me in its nightly sweep.

I smile and kiss your lovely face
before I leave our last embrace;
I sing to you sweet lullabies
to watch you sigh and close your eyes.
Find peace in dreams, my gentle love,
between the stars that shine above.