%title Sleep
%date 2004-02-14 00:28:25
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The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head 
I know that sleep is coming soon.

Upon my pillow safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep, my mind's aflight;
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light  (in the night)
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight.

What dreams may come both dark and deep,
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,  (dark and deep)
As I surrender unto sleep.  (dark and deep)

- Charles Anthony Silvestri, as commissioned by Eric Whitacre for Sleep.