Annie Johnson/ USA

Annie Johnson/ USA

Thoughts That Walk the Night

Thoughts that walk the night; Longings that stalk the light And fly on the wings of morning; All the songs without words The soul hums at noonday, Joyously unforgettable In the wake of star shadows. Bring me your love songs, unsung; The frivolous time abandoned On the shores of neverness. Seek love’s empty doorway; The lighted cathedral windows In stained glass morning sighs; Flown away on clouds of despair; Lost in dreams revived to live again In the sparkling eyes that love-light filled On dreamless nights that must live In the starless reaches of infinity. Bring me your soul songs, unsung- Sing them to me in dreams Where your lips whisper my name.