Formless, shapeless, endless void
Replaces all things but the sky
Where glimmer angels overjoyed
To spread their wings once more and fly
Above a world where things unseen
Walk paths of threads of souls entwined
To silently, in sleep, convene
And leave the hurts of life behind.
While in their dreams the angels dance
And all occurs as they intend,
So that, while in the dream-worlds trance,
The sleeper's thoughts reach happy end.
The youthful magics live again
And banish thoughts of worlds mundane.