While we both sleep and wait
For hours new to come,
Here's a song moodily made
To catch our dreaming some;
In the hours silent still
Where wishes may seem true,
With longings to fulfill
That from the deep came through!
Everything of day's now lost
Into the blue moon and dark,
Drifting away like space dust
To where thoughts disembark;
Late is the hour and ways
Moments are never to keep,
All within minds interplays
Coming through from the deep.
While the windows are open
To our wishes and dreams,
There will be ways and holpen
Feelings resolving what seems;
Where shall heart take a thought
That is being inside its own,
When outside wars are fought
And still each and all - being alone.
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