Days At Sea

Come to me my brightest sun and shut your eyes and go to sleep For now the time has come for dreams and shiny stars the father weeps your mother moon the mountain tops shall feel her soft embrace and time and space and clover fields will rest upon her wake There is no place too far away and not to near you see, that darkness cannot carry out the odes that ought to be O silentest of the messengers that meet amongst the reeds to a billion strands of darkness travel hastily bringing dreams