Saturday, April 23, 2016

Dream Song or Aisling Amhrán

Within the eternal sleep, what may we find?
Among forgotten dreams.
A gentle lullaby, a song of yesterday.

Shall let lost souls finally rest.
Intertwined in the invisible threads of fate, you cry.
As days long gone repeat in your mind and heart.
Voices of our other selves, whisper words.
Of our many thoughts and emotions.
Like a half-forgotten memory, a dream still stays.
In a song, a requiem of once was.
Within sleep, you find peace.
As dreams dance in your mind.
A lullaby of yesterday brings forth tears.
Reminding those of a void left by sorrow and days long gone.
In eternal sleep, will we dream?
In the void unknown.
As we sing a song of our hearts, we fall into rest.
Within this lullaby of yesterday.
A memory replays in the hearts of the lost.
A dream that lets us rest our weary souls.
Among forgotten dreams, shall we meet.
Until they fade into tomorrow.
To once again be thought of.
Let us fall into eternal sleep.
As we sing a song, for our broken hearts.

A lullaby, of memory.
That shall turn into our dream.
Our dream of song.