my last night on calvary, he whispered as he closed his eyes.
only stars in a tear filled sky, an angel by his side.
sleep now, prince, the angel pled, and fold your love in linen white;
the time has come to rest your heart and fill your soul with golden light.
drink one more glass of tea in eden, cast one more glance at a starry sky.
and least of all, the angel’s kiss is sure as glimmers in the eye
of parted souls, of journeys taken and memories tossed
into the mind of those awakened by dreams they had and loves they lost.
tremble not when thunder wakes you, look in to the sky and wonder
where it all went right, where you loved that last night
and bury not your dreams like a dagger in the heart of what you thought really mattered.
kiss me once and love me more
than all the waves that crashed on shores
of blue-black velvet under starry skies.
sleep prince, sleep angel; close again your perfect eyes.