Sweet Dreams

It doesn't matter what you are, Lion, tiger or bear, Or small child wishing on a star, While at the moon you stare... If you can't sleep, you'll toss and turn, You'll hate those sad extremes And how you'll sigh and fondly yearn The comfort of your dreams... Your eyes may droop and eyelids, too, While your nose breathes in deep, Yet everything you try to do Proves not enough for sleep... Insomnia is what it's called And it gets on our nerves, When precious resting time gets stalled, Is that what each deserves? Sweet dreams, we say to every child, Sweet dreams and God bless you! May all your hopes be reconciled And not just one or two... Sweet dreams until the morning's here, Sweet dreams, no more, no less... Such that you lose all troubles, dear, And find true happiness! Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Sweet Dreams'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com