On my back, seven nights, dreaming
Wide awake of a trillion voices
On a trillion different stars, I
Begin to think of something my
Mother said:

Whenever you feel sorry or wish
To be away...

Last morning before the sun grew
Like a raindrop accumulating itself
On glass, I remembered the story my
Sister told:

The little boy in one day grew very
Old and started...

In the evening while reading in a
Stream of blissful sunlight, I
Began to recollect the wistful
Tone in those voices:

Never let me go, never let yourself
Diminish, and embody all your dreams.

Never let me go, always try to seem
As if the sky will tint itself
Forever, in secret courtesy, to every
Blessed soul who dreams for others.