Sleep, my child of moon dust
May the beams light guide you through
The twisted branches of oaks and berries
Before winter's wind is due.
Sleep, my child of moon dust
Dream of dreams in the land of slumber
Tip toe through the dark of night
To find the sleeping moon's wonder.
I wrote this years ago when I dreamt it being spoken as a lullaby. Thought it was beautiful and have remembered it since.
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