Our bed is still, sleep's last moments of serenity
Upon waking, we'll pause, take our first breath
If we gaze out the window, we see a living dream
Because for humans, the night is a time to refresh
As the morning light casts light upon the scene
A festive gathering of the faeries-kin goes on
In the mists, in the deepest ravine of the land
Joyous children of the night are still dancing
Wisps of white mist are thick, clouds embrace
It is worn like a veil, purified and enchanted
As the mists retreat, they return to their home
Waiting until the next gloaming, they'll be back
Dancing together, celebrating as time moves on
They celebrate everything, but one uppermost
That in a cold world, they are not alone
And that they can always be together
The hymns they sing are happy
Accompanying us to the forever
"Love with them never grows weary, nor can the
circles of the stars tire out their dancing feet"
W. B. Yeats
