Rustling in your sleep For you have promises to keep That night is not so deep.
Rise, child, and breathe.
Tumble, fall, circle, swirl Nightmares and dreams a’whirl The night doth thame, the night doth scare But always you remain aware of the light.
And I with not much to say Not much to ease you on your way But mere words, and I cannot allow This to continue, anyhow.
And yet it moves.