Go freely, my love, into the land of Nod.
Let the darkness be your gentle pillow.
Let the moon send silver ribbons to kiss your face.
Let peace be your guide through the land of Morpheus.
Let me watch your lovely face express your dreams
Of winged Seraphim, smiling as you slide down
Rainbows into worlds of pink clouds and lavendar dawns.
Let me hold you unaware of any demands made by mortals.
Let me love your black hair, your green eyes, your skin
As you are carrried by the arms of the sandman to frolic
With the red headed angels and their crowns of stars.
Let me be near you for just a few short hours.
For when you awaken I will have to be gone,
Disappearing into the chariot of daylight,
Pulled by your awareness,
Singing laments with the birds of morning.