Sleep soft in dreams that bind
you to my soul,
where nightingales sing
sweet slumbering tunes
and everywhere dim lights
pull day to a close.
Upon a bed of softest night
the moon gives off a perfect light;
it smoothes the wrinkles of the day
and in the darkness shows the way,
it sprinkles light upon your face,
bids welcome to that magic place.
Where peaceful rhythms
rock your soul,
a special place
where I feel whole,
Where each night
I lay my head
a polar bear
shares a bed.
And all around songbirds sing,
softly touching, wing on wing.
And in the corner of my dream,
gently lapping from a stream,
a hare sits alert, guarding my sleep
he waits, content the peace to keep
and happily contemplates a scene
that only happens in a dream.
Used by permission of the author.
Image used with permission of Anna Berry.