Sweet Dreams

A sonnet about slipping into the Sandman's Embrace

The weight of time tugging upon my eyes

Amidst the sandman’s administration

and dancing fairies with their fluted cries

Are wielding Twilight’s retaliation

For though we seek to deny the calling

Of sweet seductive slumber’s beckoning

the flesh is weak, we find ourselves falling

Beneath the hold of quiet reckoning

And as the weary lids begin to close

Morpheus enfolding us in his arms

the symphony of dreams we soon compose

To see the world through unimagined charms

Sweat dreams, until we wake again, sweet dreams

In lands always unraveling at the seams