Dreamer of dreams,
Lover of the stars,
Sailing on your ship of night,
Onward forever toward daylight.

Can you see them there,
Their faces everywhere?
Hiding beneath moonbeams,
or peeking through the midnight seams?

Do they speak your name,
the ones we've left behind?
Keeping their distance,
but always in sight?

There is no need for fear,
for they hold you just as dear,
and they will send you on your way,
sailing forward toward the day.