Now falls the velvet curtain of the night,
And silence walks with slippers soft and grey,
While stars ignite their pale and trembling light
To wash the weary remnants of the day.
Though miles may keep our mortal forms apart,
And solitude may claim the waking hour,
Within the realm of slumber, heart to heart,
We’ll meet beneath the shadow of the tower.
Come seek me where the lunar rivers flow,
Upon that shore where silver moonbeams dart;
There, secrets only dreaming lovers know
Shall heal the longing of the lonely heart.
So close thine eyes, my love, and drift away
To where the starlight paints the shadows deep;
For there, until the blushing break of day,
Our souls shall dance the waltz of sacred sleep.
This piece serves as more than a mere lullaby; it is a testament to the boundless nature of affection. By anchoring the lovers’ meeting in the ethereal plane of dreams, we acknowledge that true connection defies distance. It reflects the quintessentially Romantic notion that the soul is a traveler, capable of finding its counterpart in the silent, star-lit cathedrals of the night, proving that love is the anchor even in the tides of sleep.
