The waves slow down
Soften their landing
The afternoon rolls on
Is this the work of the moon
And if I slept
For I can’t say that I did
If I slept
Was that to dream of the moon
If I did sleep
I slept to the sound of the waves
And so indeed
I did sleep to the work of the moon
Yet this was no natural sleep
Not a sleep
Which by chance came upon me
As I sat in my chair
No, this was a purposeful affair
With bed, and duck down duvet
Plumped up Egyptian cotton pillows
And the sounds of Gregorian chanting
