17 November 2012
I have this tiny problem or a secret, so to speak
I have a lot of trouble drifting off to sleep,
It's always when I need to rise early the following day,
Any other time my head hits the pillow, I'm away.
So tonight I called The Sandman,
Arose him from his lair,
Asked him many questions while I twiddled my hair.
"What's the big deal keeping me up all through the night? Don't I deserve some sleep? Can't you turn out the light?"
The sandman simply smiled and pointed at the clock,
The hands were spinning round so fast, when were they going to stop?
His gentle chuckle was like music to my ears,
This man was Father Time ,he'd been doing this for years.
"My child don't you realise that you're dreaming as we speak! All you needed was a nudge and a little tweak.
You're head is always restless and full of wonderous dreams,
I was starting to wonder how you didn't burst open at the seams!"
He walked around the room but didn't make a sound,
I could've swore he was floating as he looked all around.
I don't remember much more of my meeting with the man,
I woke up a bit confused and slightly overran,
That's when I saw it,
The tiny object in my hand-
He'd left me a parting gift,
A small bag....full of sand.
Mr Sandman And I. • Opuss № I