Deep in the baby cradle

For Ian, my normal boy...

Deep in the cradle of your voice my heart swims, and in your eyes the moonlight spins. You dance with death apoun a shadows scorn... is it impossible to love you more? Oh but love will tear us apart again! Ian in your baby cradle, stars are shining and you know that death is fatal... but dance away with her you do... now everytime i look up i see you as the sad eyed man in the moon, deep in the baby cradle of a new life.

RIP