To all who are alone at night:
As shadows of the moon float
silently across my bed
I fear to trust myself to sleep,
surrender thoughts within my head.
To dream 'ere Aphrodite's gaze
would render my desires
a futile and a fruitless cause.
A pillar of silence sighs...
But then a voice sings in my head
'Dream gently, on and on,
those dreams, your aching heart will soothe
And soothing is a kind of love,
when all is said and done'.