Sleep

The 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 aflight; And yet my limbs seems made of lead. If there are noises in the night, A frightening shadow, Flickerering light; Then I surrender unto sleep, Where clouds of dream 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- Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep