And every night, before I sleep - Before the gentle dreams I keep Inside my dozing, drifting mind Where wizards pose and lizards find A place to chart a trip to stars, Or start a ship in space to Mars, Or take a plane to somewhere new, A car, a train to timbuktu -
I put my worries out of reach - I dream about the waves, the beach The wind, the sun, the fish, the foam, And make a wish to run, to roam To where the air is scented breeze And fair between contented trees That sing a song of love to keep -
And then I wake.
And wish for sleep.
/ Poem_for_your_sprog















