I am stillness, like the tree
That bends in vigilance over me.
My drifting slumber beneath the leaves
Is endless and green in its tranquility.
A lullaby from whippoorwills
Calls down to me from atop a hill
And the sweet embrace of daffodills
With fragrant care, they keep me still.
It soon will be the dreaming time
When crickets sing an ancient rhyme
And the sun drops closer so it can find
A place to rest upon my mind.
While overhead the eagles glide
Escorting me on a spirit ride,
Across a bridge near a river's side
That runs with tears the angels cried.
The great door is open, I am freed
Like a pearl escaping the prison sea.
All I'll take is my best memory
Of me loving you and you loving me.
But I'm not ready yet to escape
For I've not mastered all my fate.
So, today I think I'll only sleep
Enough to rest but not too deep.
My hold on life is mine to keep
At least until the angels weep.