Raindrops falling

through the night,

gently as my soul

takes flight,

towards the moon

held by Venus on high,

where does this dream lead,

into the sky?

Flying higher,

noble cryer,

into the mist enveloping me,

with its net

catching my dream,

within its fist,

like a fly.

Am I safe or am I right,

Will my dream last through the night?

Calmly, slowly floating back to earth,

Raindrops falling in the pond,

calling us to greet the morn.