Away, away, across the bay, I heard a whisper gently play
Around the closing petalled sky, without a where or when or why
As clouds wrapped round the fading showers, no time left for remembered hours
No time left for the poems of day, their quills are packed and gone away
Like pages when the ink has dried, that instant when the last light sighed
And slowly closed its window shade, just as the final wreath is laid
Upon the epitaph of day, so much has left and gone to Pray
Away, away, across the bay, the whisper had the final say.


So deep, so deep, the evening sleep, a casket for your dreams to keep,
A wondrous crimson quilted bed, to rest again your weary head
And wander through shade forest dreams, no need for rainbows or sunbeams
Just sable midnight floral blooms, black petals glow in sepia rooms,
Between the sheets of hand stitched shade, so many wishes rise then fade
To wander back upon themselves like nameless jars stacked on their shelves,
Inside each jar a wish to be, so many dreams before we see,
So deep, so deep, the evening sleep, a casket for your dreams to keep.


Take care, take care, behind you where the depths of night may keep you there
Silk souls immersed in velvet mist, the spirit of the night has kissed
Each liquid flowing part of you, before the evening hours are through
Yet as you rise and rub your eyes, to watch another morning rise
Through hazes of bright church glass glaze, the first sun finger softly plays
Upon your bed, and on your head, the final sign that night is dead,
And by your face, a purse of lace, to keep your dreams all in one place
But still take care behind you where the depths of night still want them there…