Sleep

As evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
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 a flight
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 light
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep; as I surrender unto sleep.


-Charles Anthony Silvestri