Sleep

media type="youtube" key="Z1h3Tf26TcA" height="385" width="640" Sleep By Eric Whitacre

The evening hangs beneath the moon A silver thread on darkened dune With closing eyes and resting head I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed A thousand pictures fill my head I cannot sleep my minds a flight And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night A frighting shadow, flickering light Then I surrender unto sleep

Where clouds of dreams give second sight

What dreams may come both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep As I surrender unto sleep