Dreams from Fragile Dreams by Leannan Sidhe

What dreams may come bereft of sleep,
That soft within our windows creep?
And seizing hold of minds still waking
Envelop them the truth forsaking?

What dreams are born to those who hide,
Who ever fear to look inside?
Who will not rest from night till morn
To such as these what dreams are born?

And what becomes of such as I
Who dreaming lives until I die?
Who fights the call to simply sleep
Surrendered to the dreaming deep

For dreaming is both balm and bane
It soothes the soul and brings it pain
Its colors vivid, touches true
Can often seem more real than you

It clouds your mind, opens your heart
And tears your world and all apart
But what you found of what you’d lost
May in the end be worth the cost

So gently droops the nodding head
So warm, inviting is the bed
So swiftly does the dream unfurl
So easy lost the waking world

• Faerie Folk
• Folk
• dreams
• female vocalist
• singer-songwriter
• Seattle