Song of Dreams

When quiet in still, some music of notice from deep within, soft and clear as the dew in a night of sichel Moon gleam. Notes that gentle with those spirits breathe, bringing sweet lullabies from blissful skies abilities. Beneath a sparkle dark and holy, heavens bright river drawing slowly. In that chord and stream where flowers weep, taken your and into the land of all consuming sleep. By the abyss of toiling weariness, taken away the shroud and weight of heaviness. Stilling all sorrows from throne to throne, and easing wandering whatever known. Steeping brows in slumbers holy balm, guardians of dream stories keeping calm. Light changes during expanded flow, Colors ripen and fade in that silent sphere. Vaulted between worlds of time, portions and pleasures finding its same. Measures of living sleep in a half a dream, dreaming the dream by notes of certainty. Hearing the familiar whispering sound, lending heart and spirit all profound. To muse and experience in that noted memory, faces through ages in brilliant mystery. Dear memory of eternal wedded lives, naturally embracing lyrics revives. Ghost of troubled joy in minstrel sings, great deeds by half-forgotten things.