Sleep
SLEEP
As I lay here counting, wishing I could sleep
Wondering if I’ll drift off way down in the deep
Candles flickering, shadows on the wall
Will the sandman really, tiptoe in at all
Images dancing on the lawn, faeries all around,
Shadows bounding, weightless without uttering a sound.
Listening to the ticking clock upon the wall,
Will the sandman’s dancing toes really come to call?
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2021
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