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'.
