When the sun goes to rest his sleeping head
Below the horizon on his comfy bed
Awakening the sandman to work through the night
To help you sleep in the pale moonlight
He drifts so quietly as he flies
Sneakily sprinkling his magical sand in your eyes
As his smile enchantedly gleams
He brings you sweet filled dreams
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Author:
Mandi (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2017 21:41
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Comments5
Nicely written! I also like the accompanying caricature.
drchito fl
Awe thanks😊
Definitely not scary. Makes me want to take a nap.
Naps are the best 😊
Especially when joined by a friend.
"Art is the only way to run away without leaving home." Twyla Tharp
Your poetry as art propels us into another world of dreams where we rather gently ... float...
As long as your not gently floating to sleep because it's boring I'm good😜(if I misinterpreted your dots sorry) LOVE the quote, thanks for the comment😁
No, no, no, NO; of course not sweet Mandi. Your poem and illustration effectively create the ambience of ... floating ...
The bored was a joke. I though your floating was drifting off. But thank you so much for your kind words😊 They are very much appreciated.
A nice way to end the day , Mandi . A nice gentle rhythmic poem
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