The 
Sleeper
The Sleeper
As the eagle dreams of gentle winds,
And autumn leaves, the restful earth;
As the lover dreams of moonlit nights,
And empty pages, the poet's loving hand:
Thus, I dream of you.
As a father weeps over the newborn child,
And a girl, her first sweet kiss;
As the thinker yearns for the key to life,
And weary days, the night's calm bliss:
Thus I think of you.
by Dan Rowden