Deeper Peace

[Verse 1] Hush-a-bye, my weary one, the silvered hours wane, The city sighs in neon hues, beneath a soft-edged rain. I wandered through the labyrinthine avenues of years, Through echoing salons, and solitude's own patient, polished fears. I sought a constellation in a sea of passing faces, A harmony to fill the silent, unfamiliar spaces. My hope, a tender, iridescent, and auroral thing, That only in the quiet of the absence it could sing. [Verse 2] And then you dawned, a miracle of rose and amber light, A serendipity so vast it swallowed up the night. Your voice, a cooing current, a euphonic, flowing stream, That poured into the hollow of a long-forgotten dream. We wove a world of whispered vows in ivy-covered eaves, I touched the very sun I'd chased through unbelieving leaves. My heart, a patient wanderer, had found its home at last, And drank the honeyed moments, blind to how they could not last. [Verse 3] But lullabies are not for keeping, nor the tide for staying still, And love, it seems, is but a guest, according to its will. I saw your gaze drift outward to a far and distant hill, A requiem for us, delivered, and my blood began to chill. The poison, slow and lavender, of unrequited dreams, Seeped through the golden narrative, unraveling at the seams. It whispered through the hours, a perpetual malaise, And painted all my yesterdays in sorrow's gentle haze. [Chorus] So hush now, little seeker, of the love you can't possess, There is a strange, sad solace in this wordless acquiescence. To have beheld your supernova, even from so far, Has left a dust of glory on the mundane things that are. I cannot hold the moonlight, though it pools upon my floor, I cannot keep the ocean, though it murmurs at my door. And I cannot possess you, though my soul has learned your name, Some treasures are for glimpsing, not for staking or for claim. [Chorus] So hush now, little seeker, of the love you can't possess, There is a strange, sad solace in this wordless acquiescence. To have beheld your supernova, even from so far, Has left a dust of glory on the mundane things that are. I cannot hold the moonlight, though it pools upon my floor, I cannot keep the ocean, though it murmurs at my door. And I cannot possess you, though my soul has learned your name, Some treasures are for glimpsing, not for staking or for claim. [Outro] So sleep, and in your dreaming, let the aching quiet mend. The search has found its ending, even if it finds no end. A deeper peace is blooming where the poison used to be... A love that asks for nothing... is a kind of victory. Hush-a-bye… a-vaunting… a-veering… a-way… The most exquisite flowers grow where no one dares to stay. Hush-a-bye… a-shadow… a-soft and silver thing… The song you cannot keep, my love, is still the one you sing. Hush-a-bye… Hush-a-bye… Hush…