The Dreamers

Where do the dreams of the night take us When poets falls asleep, oh moon tell us where? And no more tears shall we weep when we are there How do dreams fade in the setting sun of our nightmares? How does the seam open from the clothes of our cares? How do we get back all we lost from the wars of our fears? How do we love again and at what cost from the song of our tears? Truley we have beseeched the one Beyond the valley of the setting sun Flew past the dark arrows of the archer Only to be poisoned by the dark arrows of the scorpion And found no antidote in the belly of the sky's fishes. Now every night on our knees we pray for our dream's wishes.