The Voice of Love Is Mute.
Posted: Monday, January 25, 2010
by Elfreda Eriksen
She stares into space,
unable to move or think
and her soul has died before her body,
but her mind is not far from seizing up.
She cannot feel, nor function
though there is much to do,
she has lost her will, her hope,
because she has lost the love in you.
And now, the empty night draws near,
But she is too numb to show her tears,
Restless sleep, and feverish night,
brings visions clear..,
That with a sudden terrified streak,
she's all alone too weak to sleep.
Is this love destroying her life?
Then sleep long my lady and wake no more,
till you find your love on the silent shore.
Sleep, sleep my lady sleep,
Let your soul rest gently, in silence weep
Weep the blood of your tears until the wounds are clean,
then healing will begin...
unable to move or think
and her soul has died before her body,
but her mind is not far from seizing up.
She cannot feel, nor function
though there is much to do,
she has lost her will, her hope,
because she has lost the love in you.
And now, the empty night draws near,
But she is too numb to show her tears,
Restless sleep, and feverish night,
brings visions clear..,
That with a sudden terrified streak,
she's all alone too weak to sleep.
Is this love destroying her life?
Then sleep long my lady and wake no more,
till you find your love on the silent shore.
Sleep, sleep my lady sleep,
Let your soul rest gently, in silence weep
Weep the blood of your tears until the wounds are clean,
then healing will begin...
A folk song in the dorian mode would do very well with a violin or even better a cello to resonate the feelings of this poor women in distress!!
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