Quiet the sleep of the children who keep Shadows clutched in the warmth of a dream Open the gate to your memory's fate Know that all is not as it might seem Fragments and shards of your rusted recollection; Open your ears--- winter sun's soft reflection: "Dry your tears in the streets of the city tonight As the lamps rob the clouds of their star-dusted light; Walk your path with the heartbreak of freedom in sight- Find yourself again" Can you hear the daystar telling you? Silent the grace of your unfading face Caught in shadows of ruin withdrawn; Coffins of sleep may your soul's light safe keep As the snow hugs the heart of dawn.