Before the Dawn
I sent my love into the sky,
On beams of stars that drift and fly.
They shimmer bright in silver lace,
Just like the light upon your face.
No Love, No More
In the quiet of the morning, when the world begins to wake,
I find myself remembering, for goodness gracious sake,
The whispers that we shared, beneath the moon’s soft gleam,
A love I thought was boundless, a beautiful, waking dream.