Fading Song

I fear the day our song shall fade away,
The blackened hour and soft our last refrain
Upon a dying chord, a silent phrase
The tune, a losing warmth at end of day
I drink the sweet’ning notes of audial bliss
Thy palest skin and face, a symphony
And dream thy tender lips, thy warmth to kiss
‘Tis in my hand a hallowed dream to see

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