Waiting for sleep,
watching shadows,
counting sheep,
The night slips low and the sea is deep
Full of dreams,
of magic,
of whispering lines
Of misty bells and fairy shells and tinkling chimes.

Heavy eyelids,
leaded eyelids,
drooping to drop,
While racing mind freewheels and eases to a stop.
Now Floating,
Now drifting,
So gravity-breaking
All possibles probable til the moment of awakening.

Night time
A promise
Of fantastical blend,
Dreamtime my haven until morning send.


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