MY BED TIME

The sky is falling for me, And the earth parts in me, All I can see is you, And myself in my sweet dream. I cannot listen to a sound of a fallen needle, Or the sound of a flickering candle, All that matters to me is- I am on my bed, Tired, anxious and wishing for a bed of roses red. The bark of a dog, Window glass white with fog, I can see only my dream, In my closed eyes-flowing like a stream.