Paint The Sky Rosy Poem by Christopher McInnes

Sleep, sleep, my angel love,
rest your head on me,
my lips are bitter moist
kissing slow melodies
sung by your restless tears.

Beauty, beauty, beauty,
whisper your name to me,
show me how to measure
the span of love's rainbow,
arced in twilight's gleaming.

Tell me the ancient tale
which the lark-touched sky hears
when dusk paints it Rosy
and the darkling tree boughs
draw night's cloak around them.

Sing me the harmonies,
the ones fate dances to,
share with me your secret
and whatever life brings,
this will be our story.