Blessed, is the hour of sleep, 
The voice of dream sways on the breeze,                                                           
Our dear, sweet children, laid to rest, 
Moonlit eloquence chaste, upon slumbering breast,                 
And by rapturous dream, little souls make gleam, 
Breathing out love to stars unseen,                                                                     
Through majestic pathways, sleeping eyes shall weave, 
Yet, end up lost,                                             
Somewhere, in between