Land of Nod
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
--- Novalis
And Dream Of Sheep
by Kate Bush
Little lights shining
Little lights will guide them to me
My face is all lit up
My face is all lit up
If they find me racing white horses
They'll not take me for a buoy.
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep.
Oh I'll wake up to any sound of engines
Every gull a seeking craft
I can't keep my eyes open
Wish I had my radio
I'd tune into some friendly voices.
Talking 'bout stupid things
I can't be left to my imagination
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep
Ooh, their breath is warm,
And they smell like sleep
And they say they take me home
Like poppies, heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper