Once we have lost ourselves in dreams
The river ripples slow.
Whilst wind has ceased from swaying trees,
The dust falls where He strode.

A shadow finds a place to rest.
Our dreams pass lasting hours.
The silence warms us in its nest.
The rain pours gracious showers.

The cries of birds are silenced by
The leaves of autumn hues.
'Til morning comes and darkness dies
Our minds are still subdued.

The stars sit on my windowsill
But soon it shall be morn.
The bright blue sky, though early still
Shall flags of light adorn.

Those kindred hearts of old ones near
Shall keep ours beating still.
The purity of memories dear
Will our minds surely fill.

Around my feet I feel the sea
Her waves, my dream, they coax.
The splendid sea, she calls to me
Her whispers not a hoax.

The mountains pray upon their knees
For clouds to pass the moon.
The moon man sees the lonely trees
And sends a wind to swoon.

Once silence broke from whistling winds
The ripples start their dance.
The birds have stirred for nighttime's end;
A new day's given chance.

We children wake and rouse and blink
To greetings of the sun
Though stars no longer shine and wink
It's morning; night is done.