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
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