Courtyard Lullaby

Wherein the deep night sky
The stars lie in its embrace
The courtyard still in its sleep
And peace comes over your face
«Come to me,» it sings
«Hear the pulse of the land
The ocean’s rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand.»
When the wind draws strong
Across the cypress trees
The nightbirds cease their songs
So gathers memories
Last night you spoke of a dream
Where forests stretched to the east
And each bird sang its song
A unicorn joined in a feast
In a corner stood
A pomegranate tree
With wild flowers there
No mortal eye could see
Yet still some mystery befalls
Sure as the cock crows at morn
The world in stillness keeps
The secret of babes to be born
Come to me, my love
Hear the pulse of the land
The ocean’s rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand