[Darksheare]

May these hours keep,
lay still in blessed sleep
The hours till dawn may tick away,
while in dream we tarry and play
And with dawn's first light,
brushing away the dreams of night.

[NicknamedBob]

Dream Dance

A dance wherein one turns away,
The music dims that you hear play,
And fluttered eyelids gently close,
A peaceful face in sweet repose.

The song swells bright and that is when,
The smile returns to life again,
And feet so nimbly skip and play,
The dance goes on another day.

NicknamedBob . . . November 16, 2004