I told him I feel vulnerable in my night pyjamas.
He told me not to fear.
He took my hand and pointed,
And said that is what the sun will wear.
For when it is night,
The sun will need to rest.
So it will put on its red pyjamas,
And find comfort in its mother's chest.
For another world will awaken,
When the sun has found its peace.
The moon and the glittering children,
Will wait for it to wake, in its beautiful golden fleece.