Cool Dreams

A slippery seal laid on the ice, Not far from dreams, it's true, He twitched his whiskers once or twice, There's not much else to do... For when sleep comes and yawns begin And drooping eyelids fall, It's then you know you just can't win, You've got no chance at all... Your neck slumps down, your muscles flop, Your breathing changes speed, Until your mind knows it must stop, For sleep is what you need... So off you go, you sleepyhead, You silly so and so... There's nothing more that should be said, Sweet dreams as you breathe slow... You take your time, flat out, like that, You know you've done your best, Keep smiling like the Cheshire cat, You're bound to wake refreshed! Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, Beneath the stars that shine, Because we know we need sleep soon, God bless your dreams... and mine... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Cool Dreams'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com