Often in the depths of sleep
a hazy glow lights up my keep
and in my head, a tiny light
lights up and lets me wander.
Through the blurry air I walk,
and through shut eyes do I wearily gawk
as eerie silence fills my head
and still, I wander.
Over valleys, under hills,
through gentle, windy trickling rills,
beneath the soil, below the stars,
on and on I wander
Onward! Onward! To the sea
where, in lapping waves, the ocean breathes,
and when only oblivion smiles gently down
do I cease to wander
Moon shines, waves lap, sea breathes.
Finally, finally, I rest.
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