Long past the stars
where night stretches far
and the light from a time ago
leaves a shine seeking tomorrow.

Please let me sleep.

Maybe I'll have a sweet dream. My dreams of night.

They will rise
when I close my eyes.

Tell me I can go
through the sky
out the window,
into night,
out the window.

Maybe dreams come from the moon
till the stars can fit more room.

And the best dreams drift off through the night
till its star fades quietly out of sight.

Turn the lights off
rest your head
and go to bed.

The day is through,
now dreams for you
Sleep well.