It seems that only,
When my eyelids meet,
That my mind awakens,
From its hibernation,

At twilight my thoughts wander,
Through the essence,
Of my imagination,
Where life itself is a mystery,

Through the stormy night,
When all is sullen and still,
I hear the whispering call,
Of the land of dreams,

But slowly the music fades,
My tine nearing to an end,
As I drift back to sleep,
And my eyes flutter open…