Clare Burson

Long After Midnight

Clare Burson


long after midnight has fallen
and the dew settles still on the ground
after night birds come callin'
callin' out

and long after the moon stops its risin'
it's a slow and a hazy affair
before sleeps starts its climbin'
climbin' out

love sings her sweet song till sunrise

long after her pillow-soft kisses
turn your days into memoried things
seems like night finds your wishes
wishes true

so close your eyes before dawn is upon you
and you gather the sun in your arms
leaving blue-black behind you
behind you now