'When dreams take flight'

Let the candle light,

The dark redeeming night

When all the world lies sleeping,

And our wildest dreams take flight

There'll come another morrow born,

Where wit and fancy lie forlorn

And reality is cast,

On a cold and weary past

The dancing hours were sweet,

The moon will not repeat

The maddest moments in the night,

To the jaundiced day

If only our sun lit days could be,

So ever-lasting wild and free

As our journeys of the night,

When all the world lies sleeping

©Mary Cecil