Sleep beckons with its gentle arms,
Wrapping slowly in comfort,
Gently drawing the weary in,
To its nightly embrace.
Dreams of midnight gardens,
Are lit by the fireflies
Dancing among the scented arbour,
With their flickering light.
The moonlight dances flittingly,
Through the rustling leaves,
Making the shadows leap and prance,
As if joyful of their silence.
The breeze whispers overhead,
Swaying leaf and bough,
Diving, it steeps with the aroma,
Of jasmine, heavy in the night air.
Clouds, white in the moonlight,
Chase each other across the blue-black sky,
Gently, they tease wisps from each other,
To continue the game some more.
The drooping leaves of the trees dance,
Twisting and turning in the breeze,
Their umbrella canopy, like a veil,
Glistens and shifts enticingly.
Seductively, the living veil parts,
Disclosing the moon-dappled mere,
Beckoning with their whispers,
To watch the moon play in the water.
The rushes hiss and whisper,
Telling of the intrusion,
Their inner sanctum found,
They try singing the weary to sleep.
Often my feet have lightly tread the way
As my inner child skips out to play
Many ventures, I have to hurry
Ahead is my repository
Crystal gates open at my approach
My child now has wings and upwards float
To a world only I could appreciate
Thoughts bring actions to accommodate
Urgent to fulfil all desires
Soaring onwards, as if on high wires
My wish is to be in outer space
To be an astronaut in the space race
Next, sea diving off Malibu beach
No snorkel needed, fish within reach
A caribbean island in the sun
Sunbathing and sipping coke and rum
Gurgling babe is back in my arms
Reliving again her unique charms
Time beckons the reluctant child home
No longer can she flittingly roam
Thankfully in daydreams and at night
The child in all of us can take flight
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