In My Sleep
The moon's hiding behind
the last of evening's dew,
It waits for a ride
on the morn coming through;
The starlights been gathered
as it melts into blue,
Just like these dreams
and the visions of you.
Near a dry riverbed
I stumble from my sleep,
Wond'ring if this soul
will be worthy of keep.
The heart is a bleeding
from the cut gone too deep,
It searches for comfort
in the tears that I weep.
And the days they are passing
into the years left behind,
The shadows hold mem'ries
that we're hoping to find.
The thief in the night
walked away with our time,
While sleep is the refuge
that now eases my mind.
With a wave of a hand
the last meal's 'bout to start,
This life's like a picture
that imitates the art.
The talk 'round the table
is that we'll never part,
But truth is well known
and it lives in each heart.
It may not be today,
or the few days to come,
When you're searching for light
that's more pure than the sun;
You will step from the past
into all that's begun,
And then in my dreams
you'll be forever young.
And those days are still passing
into the years far behind,
Shadows still hold mem'ries
that I'm hoping to find.
That thief in the night
walked away with your time,
And sleep's still a refuge
that still eases my mind.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2013
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