He is waiting, the night is
Restless, she is lingering
Not sure where she is going
In her dreams there is darkness
With a stairway beckoning
He is calling, she is listening
Holding His hand
Resting her head upon His
Shoulder, her bruised cheek
Upon His breast
Among clouds floating in space
Dancing among the stars
Slowly disappearing into
Heaven’s gates
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