I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
Cullen’s dreams are being shut away, but protected. He will not allow them to be tarnished or ruined but they will become old and stale, moth-eaten, because his dreams cannot come to fruition in that moment.