Tonight

What is the measure which tips the scale
That finest grain too many
Or is the reckoned sum so narrow
That its bound to the nth degree
 
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In the quiet honest of the night
When unboxed day's been put away
Our toils washed off
Our hunger met
And good company the evening kept
We bid our waking end
 
Then off to bed
And in that longed for quiet hour
To lie in the still and silent dark
With you held close
You  
Closest in the world to me
Held tenderly
The soft warm of your skin
Pressed against mine
 
And I
As if my heart would speak
And speaking
Would need no words but kisses
My heart to tell
To love or to sleep
But in chief  
A few quiet moments with you in my arms
To speak as when we first fell in love
So fast
So far
With the brilliance of a shooting star
 
Is love all heights and depths
Adrift on a sea beneath the heavens
Kiss me, I muse
Kiss me once that I might dream
Or kiss me more
That I need not dream tonight
 
And know that I still love you