How I treasure the magic of falling asleep,
As I slither down into my bed.
My burrowing shoulder is feathery warm
Where the pillow curves under my head.
Light butterfly bedclothes are settling down
All around me, a drowsy cocoon.
My nightlight the lamp which glows out in the street
Iin case someone turns off the moon.
Take a sprinkle of stardust, a scatter of dreams,
Add a snippet of sorcerer's spell.
Was that really a wayfaring witch on her broom?
Did a wizard waft by? Who can tell?
And I float over fields filled with fresh fragrant flowers
In a swansdown soft cloud, snuggled deep....
How I wish I could stay wide-awake to enjoy
Just how much I love falling asleep.
Gwyneth Butler
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