I looked up to the ceiling this morn

And saw nothing but your reflec-tion

I turned to my side and there you were

Spread out uncovered with feet spurred



Dug into sheets with knees quite straight up

And everything showed you to be a young pup

It was all I could do to keep my hands off you

For an invasion of your sleep was not yet due



It would be better for you to rest right along

So when you do wake refreshed, we can sing our song

And we will share the wondrous beauty which is ours

... The trip we embark on which takes us to the stars!



- Tristram