Stray thoughts running through the dream
Her laying in bed forecasts the sleep
Thither they'll return, when the day comes,
The Moon above her head behold her words
The Sun stepped aside for the shadows to accure
She patiently waits for him to speak
Images are blurred, the future is unsure,
And then she wakes up, thoughts flies away.
Beware of the day. Only sleep brings
Us the brief breath that ease the pain,
Unto the place whence the rivers come,
Dream we don't remember, goes.
