A Book of Poems

My ode to sleep

I close my eyes each night and wish.
That I could fly away from this,
To a place removed of sorrow and abundant with bliss.
I dream of oceans so wide and grand
I dream of trees that tower their stand.
I see visions of sugarplums and faries,
And feelings of completition, they sometimes make me teary.
Away from a world filled with grey,
To a land where children mellowly sit and play.
Where the only limit is the one in your head.
But I know this land, only exists when I'm in bed.
When my eyes drift off into a darkness too deep.
This is my joy. My Ode to sleep.

-mb 22/02/16