A Story At Three

Again and againthey blend into one,<br>my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.<br>So what`s sleep? Sleep.<br>I`m tired, so tired, but it seems that there`s someone here withme.<br>We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.<br>We`re awaiting.<br>Deathless ones.<br>A story at three with the shrillest of cries.<br>My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.<br>I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.<br>So beautiful.<br>They sing to me their elegy. Requiem