How I love the sound of the wind in the night when I'm lying alone in my bed
just lying awake thinking of all things said and unsaid
I long for Mr. Sandman and his ancient lullaby to rock me to sleep, but I wait in vain
I guess he's lost his way again
The world outside the shell, like the intruding wind, it too is sighing,
It seems like her heart tears open ever wider, while for my attention she is vying
And the moon appears so curious and intent as it tries to light the way and see into the darkest of any night,
It's like she's trying to unveil life's mysteries with her light
but no matter how hard she tries she can't see it all
Yet the tenacious moon doesn't take the curtain call
And as I lie in the dark with all the voices and thoughts in my head, I observe her from a distance, and she tries to cast her light through my window
I pile her up with my resistance, and hide my tear stained pillow
As she tries to find a gateway and an open door, through which to explore
Her light so bright trying to reach the inner core of what I hide
Thinking perhaps that I would confide
It's destiny, they say, and only humane for memories to fade, see the moon wax and wane
Climbing fences, to get through our defenses
Intact are those things that help keep us sane
Locked inside like the secrets of a cloister
The world is my oyster...