Endless Night - Baby Dee

As blessed hands once hid a blessed face from sight

And wept an evening over me

A good beginning

For an endless night

A good beginning

For an endless night

Can’t hobbled words be made to rhyme?

With thoughtful reach of heart to take from killing time

A song so small

That endless night sweet evening’s kiss recall?

And didn’t kind and learned hands once write on broken bits of clay?

Those shards

That from a world of bliss did fall a world away?

And writing make a homely scroll to wear

That ruin’s children, fathered by mistake

Might find their good beginning there and sing

A song so small

That endless night sweet evenings kiss recall?

As stars that shine unseen

To call the day their home

And make no thieving visit there

But live where songs come from

With open-throated arms

To hold you singing God’s own song

Who writes a song must love to hear it sung

And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one

And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one

Avenging angels dressed me up in pants too big

And sent me beltless out to dance a clownish jig

That men might look at me and pray for blindness

For gentle hope has made me call those furies kindness

That send a gelded lover out to sing

Though not a man

I’d be a king for Anne

And though for endless night

I am a monstrous metaphor

What lover of the light could love you more?

As stars that shine unseen

To call the day their home

And make no thieving visit there

But live where songs come from

With open-throated arms

To hold you singing God’s own song

Who writes a song must love to hear it sung

And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one

And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one

Can’t hobbled words be made to rhyme

With thoughtful reach of heart to take from killing time

A song so small

That endless night sweet evening’s kiss recall and say

For Anne Marie I’d be a day

I’d be a day

I’d be a day