I become weary in unconscious peace,
And dreams fill the every corner of night.
The moonlight seeps through the floors of heaven
To reveal the soft stillness of the light.

Stars twinkle like candles anew; nightlights, too.
And the moon sleeps to the lullaby she brings,
Humming to the melody, the sweet harmony.
The chill nighttime air filled with that of which the nightingale sings.

The fireflies dance from my midnight reverie
While the sound of music drifts to the sky,
I shift between sweet dreams and horrid fantasies,
But the night still brings my sweet lullaby.

He came as the Sun's promise
and followed the light of day
as he passed through these fertile lands.
And he wandered through the crowds
Naught a face nor a name,
Nor identity to claim.
So he came from east to west...
And I? I have not seen this face,
I have not passed that horizon.