A soft blanket of sleep lies over the ***** of our weary enterprise
As the plants sung me the sweetest sounding lullabies tonight  
Serenades to a universe remote, the brightness of her starry skies
So tender, that one might think it shameful to look upon the dawning of the light

Dream now ; dream of shores, of seas and raging storms
There embark on ships and live through tales of forlorn lands
And ere you wake again, at the ticklish touch of time and form,
Tenderly take up these dreams and bury them in the ***** of the sand

And when my last farewells are laid to rest
When monumental time freazes tears into mere statues of grief
Well then, let there be peace in being but an ever-faithful guest
That's seen where dreams lay down their heads and fade into belief