Much and Plenty

What have you got there my love in your bag of much and  plenty

Just turned twenty with darkest brown hair hanging down and down

Not a sound from you when you are deep sleep dreaming

Screaming out your words of wisdom in the silence of night

Awaiting the bright light to come sunning into my room

Lately late keep watch on the that high gate of much and plenty

Just turned twenty with kiss, kiss lips and eyes of darkest brown

You will  drown  my sorrows  in your  deep sleep dreaming

Find  me the meaning of wisdom in the silence of night

You are the brightness; you are the light sunning into my room

Stars spark your jumble bumble day of much and plenty

Just turned twenty skipping down marble stairs in your gown

Your silken hair scatters across your pillow dreaming

Star shadows and zephyrs chilling the silence of the night

Until your eyes of faraway open, sunning into my room