I don't think I've seen
So perfect a night
There's just never been
Such a beauteous sight

A bright vein of blue
Chased by the snap of the sky
All cycling through
As the heavens cry

The rain's song
Quiet as a whisper
Soothing and long
Aids the sleep seeker

Out this land and far away
The dreamer seeks
What many say
Is the truest form of earthly bliss

So he flies, and so he soars
While the skies burst with light
He glides right up to heaven's door
But is brought down by his earthly plight