To sleep now, to dream,
to leave the ugly world behind,
and fly to that realm where
I am weightless and young.

To sleep now, to dream
of endless canyons and green,
of strange cities climbing
weirdly into the air.

To sleep now, to dream
of days that never happened,
of weightlessness and
the secret rhythm.

To sleep now, to dream
of strangers I’ve known forever,
of something like love
as angels must touch.