Sleep and Showers

five and twenty years I could sit here in a dream
listening to the patters of the rain on my window pane
so many hours pass by as it beats out my lullaby

And in this reverie I see him standing there
no wars or wounds to show his years
smiling from the shades and singing to the rain

so softly I go into his arms for this night
and lull in the vapours of the gentle showers
and finally at peace they'll find me as if sleeping

as my soul has left the thing there.

Eh... I'm half asleep and it sounds good at the time. It's strange the little things that come to mind when close to sleep.