Here comes the Sandman

I go to bed last night.

Toss and turn,

toss and turn.

Sleep,

I want sleep,

I want to

Sleep.

It, however,

eludes me

evades me.

I come downstairs,

roam from

room to room.

I go to the kitchen

make a snack,

munch on crackers.

I sit in the family room

turn on TCM

watch on old movie.

It grows later

and later,

I yawn, widely

face splitting

open.

Can I

ingest sleep

some potion?

Will sleep come

now,

I wonder?

Will my mind

slow down,

thoughts, bees

buzzing, hibernate

now?

Will the "Sandman

come,

stepping so lightly,

singing the children

to sleep everywhere.

Tra la, la, la la,

tra la, la, la la.?"

This song,

sung in my

Mother's voice

reverberates from

my childhood.

I climb the

stairs,

crawl into bed,

soft, comfy,

inviting.

The Sandman,

sprinkles sleepy

dust in my eyes.

I drift away,

finally,

to Dreamland.