The smile of the Moon, the blanket of dusk

The smile of the Moon, the blanket of dusk. Is it time to sleep now? I gently ask. Not till I sing you my song tonight, a soft little tune in the pale, blue light: Will you be mine, will I be yours? Will love see us through regret and loss? Will we still be dancing when all this ends; will we be together, still holding our hands? Read more >