Tendrils tug at my weary eyes

Drawing them together

My thoughts race like a wide-eyed doe

As I bask in the pleasant weather.

The chatter around me fades away

Like the mist on a sunny morn

And in sets a droning melody

Though against it, my mind does warn.

Like the wings of a butterfly

Do my eyelids flutter close

I succumb to my greatest desire

Like the bee does to the rose.

Like a gentle breeze it greets me,

The peaceful calm of sleep;

I forget myself in the land of dreams

Cocooned in it's secure keep.