Awaking to another day,

yet while the leaves and branches sway,

abed and still I waste away,

floating in a dream.

While I lay there, dark as night,

creating rippling shadows light,

in swirling colors, sunbeams fight,

and all around they gleam.

Awake I lay, and still I stay,

doubtless no one knows the way,

into my heart of shadows gray,

as light shines in a beam.

As long as it would seem so right,

to see through shadows small and slight,

and in immortal candle light,

Awakened in a dream.