Touch of morpheus

Weary eyes, I lie awake
The Hours pass and still I wait
Out of my dreams into my life
The sleeper had entered these strange nights

He wandered alone, unnoticed and quiet
Through crowded scenes and faint lights
Speaks no word, but his eyes do tell
The melancholy I know too well

I understood his mute words
He took my hand, showed me his world
In slumber I entered every day
And one day he went away

I search for him
The sleeper's time

I search for him
The dreamer's realm