zk/diary/2004-02-14-00:28:25.md

%title Sleep %date 2004-02-14 00:28:25 :diary:livejournal:fossils:

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.