angels 'neath the moonlight dancing
trails of silver clouds entrancing
sunlight's furthest beams are glancing
fingertips of night are grasping
sleepers dreams of everlasting
and the dreamer wakes to see them
just to find that they who dreamed him
slipped away and now are gone
slipped away into the dawn
and the dew drops sing their song
~Not My Own, written by Brian~