upon my pillow, safe in bed
a thousand pictures fill my head
i cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
and yet my limbs seem made of lead

if there are noises in the night
a frightening shadow, flickering light
then I surrender unto sleep
where clouds of dream give second sight

what dreams may come, both dark and deep
of flying wings and soaring leap
as I surrender unto sleep,
as I surrender unto sleep.
-Eric Whitacre

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