Soft refugee of sleep in which I seek shelter
When life shines too brightly and rears it's mammoth head
I could need the rest
There are creatures waiting there
Creatures like you that possess my mind
But tonight you will dance alone
And your sweet songs will be all for naught
My blood thunders and rushes
Storming it's boundaries
Wanting to break free
It becomes all that matters...
Your hand is not for me to touch
Still my yearning desire could pull ships aground
Weary and wretched
The soul stands an all to eager guard
For thou art but distant dreams
And words that remain like traces of ancient memory
