Moonlight Dream
How
does one say how it is to sleep,
Like
falling into darkness
Or
on a bed of sheep,
To
look up at the night's lights
And
watch them fade to black,
To
feel the blades of green press gently into your back,
To
hear the serenade
Of
tiny hopping beasts,
To
know that they too
Must
one day bow to sleep,
You
know not what your dream will be
Nor
if you'll dream at all
You
know you will be missed
And
sad sweet dew will fall,
While
you float gently into peace
Beneath
the moon's sweet call
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