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 a flight and yet my limbs seem made of lead if there are noises in the night a frightening shadow flickering light as i surrender unto sleep where clouds of dream give second sight what dreams may come both dark and deep on 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 2