sleep, that blissful thing
that holds us in its ever grasp
protecting and there

we dream of many things
like happy days and days long gone
the little things forgotten

sleep, the swirly cloudy place
where here is there and nothing
is forever sure

like when the clouds part
only to reveal an angry storm
surging over the skies

its like finding your
love long lost has not left but only hidden and kindled

sleep, the place where you
go when your eyes close and your
mind has left its hold

sleep, the place where we
all must go when the day has
dried and night comes quick