Sleep

Evening hangs beneath the moon

A silver thread on darkened doon

With closing eyes and resting head

I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow safe in bed

A thousand pictures fill my head

I cannot sleep my mind's aflight

And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night

A frightening shadow, flickering light

Then I surrender unto sleep

Where clouds of dreams give second sight

What dreams may come both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep

As I surrender unto sleep

As I surrender unto sleep

Sleep