Lullabies

“Sing you a song Woman, Know-who-you-are,
Sing you a song Woman, Hold-in-my-arms,
Full moon is risin’, hands run through your hair,
Come a bit closer to hear a fairy tale.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
The Sycamores know,
That the stars,
They will fall,
Into your palms,
Slow.

Eyes in the night, no need to fear our guides,
Herald the voices, for tonight we shine.
The faces, the mirrors, the spirit of Fire,
The flickering sweetness of all we aspire.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
The Sycamores know,
That to sing we must be free of these things,
So they let go.

Sing you a song Woman, Know-who-you-are,
Sing you a song Woman, Hold-in-my-arms,
Sing you a song Woman, you can close your eyes,
Listening softly to sweet lullabies.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
The Sycamores know,
That this woman is sleeping,
protected and dreaming,
in  her Dome.

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