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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