Moth

When I see the things I dream
I will know how things can be
And I know that you and me will love again
You're beautiful and soft as a brightley colored moth
Let the spider weave his web under waterfalls at dawn
Till we pass this way again
Dream black requiem
We can climb the hill and see
Past the sprinting chestnut tree
In the pool of blinking lights
I take away
In the last sweep of life you will flutter down
In deep and total sleep