Sweet Dreams

I close my eyes and go to sleep
Content or so it seems
Able to drift into a world
Of slumberific dreams
Where fairies dwell and good folk live
In perfect harmony
So odds with what this world gives out
Or is this only me
Who find the folk who bicker and
Who argue and who moan
A tiresome bunch with so much hate
Making all others groan?

And so on the train to sleep-so-tight
I yawn and shut my eyes
And leave this world to find a place
Where goodness never dies
Where people seem to get along
Where kindness is what’s found
Where truth and love and joy survive
And happiness abounds
So when the sun comes up again
Birds chorus with delight
I feel refreshed and feel renewed
From such a peaceful night

Bedtime

Is it too early to go
To bed before sundown
Without saluting lunar moon
Who might then wear a frown
If ignored and not welcomed in
As eye lids start to drop
Is it too early? Is it? Is it?
Or can I go and flop?

Fatigue

Tiredness, exhaustion, pure fatigue
Call it what you may
Consuming waking moments
Where night spins through the day

Where lids are weighted heavy
And matchsticks fail to prop
Those eyes open save sound of sleep
With dreams and rest full stop