Sing to Me

Sing to me of mystic nights,
satin hidden in shadowy corners;
sing of sunlight fading at dusk
of fireflies that weep diamonds.

Sing to me of yesterdays,
the ones that create stars;
sing of stolen dreams and hope
that gives voice to song.

As you sing and night smiles down
at the tremors of your voice,
let violins play a tune that
skips inside the beating of my heart.

Sing for me, my caged songbird
of the love we once bathed in.
I am sure the moon will recite
the lyrics for all eternity.

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I wish I had rhymed and metered this poem. Maybe I will someday.