To dream, quiet images of days past dance like sea nymphs, as night time’s shadow fills a tired mind.
Ah, the sweet sound of silence permeates our minds eye and gives a comforting solace to a restful soul.
Dance image dance, fill my being with the colors of thy music, wake me not, but let my body rest in your repose.
Of this I ask, renew my spirit so I may once again tilt my sword towards empty windmills upon night’s end.
Fill me with thy wonder, let my mind sore with you through time’s eternity, and forever guide me through life’s wondrous journey.