The Sleeping Child

Sleeping child, I wonder Have you a dream to share? May I see the things you see as you slumber there? I dream a wind that speaks, like music as it blows As if it were the breath of everything that grows I dream a flock of birds flying through the night Like silent stars on wings of everlasting light Of everlasting light Sleeping child, sleeping child I dream a flowing river, deep as a thousand years Its fish are frozen in sorrow, its water bitter tears Bitter tears I dream a tree so green, branches wide and long And ev'ry leaf a voice, and ev'ry voice a song A song I dream of a babe who sleeps A life that's just begun A word that waits to be spoken The promise of world to come Sleeping child, sleeping child