Now sleepers’ dreams converge
At far-gone starry points to dwell;
And moonlight’s madding surge
Reveals sounds of sea inside the shell.
Allow each inward breath to bless
The towering spires of Psyche’s sight.
May the air that flies upon the crest
Trace the undertones of not-so-silent night.
Now intention’s steps awake to rest
Upon the ever sharpening swords of fright.
In time, the spells of slumber steal the dark
With grateful waves upon the dusty floor
And hallowed hearts harken upon the lark
To sing of joy and sorrow once and ever more.