AKBAL -- Night -- Wisdom of Dreams -- Entering stillness -- Quieting the mind

Each night, we drift into past lives,
Visit ancestors,
Travel to Fey lands,
Ask questions,
Question answers,

Each night, we relinquish
our selves to our Selves,
Some send protection
Round the room,
Some sign the cross, the star,
A holy rune,
Some whisper a prayer
To Someone
"keep me through this night".
Most give a thought toward dawn.

All night, bone knits bone,
Memory begats memory
We repair, renew, and mend,

But first, we relinquish control,
In perfect trust,
Drifting, drifting into the night.