Goodnight

The cold fingers of the night, close my eyes
it is time to fall asleep, time to forget the world that is burning,
time to step aside, let the dreams lift me high
to the seventh heaven of unconciousness
my ego broken in the refreshing waters of sleep.

I would not mind, dying in the night
if I was taken silently, like the dry wind picks the mist
from the flower of a rose, to be part of the blue
going on and on, forever my love
together at last, we would be.