Mr Sandman.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Apr 19, 2017

Inside my bed I closed my eyes
And drifted of into the night
Heading out of this world
When my mind it took to flight
Entering way into outer space
Wondering if it all was real
Or was it just a dream.
Maybe things are not always
Completely how they seem
I have an adventure in my mind
Please Mr Sandman come with me
Who knows what we will find
For tomorrow it will keep
But now my worlds a fantasy
As I fall into a deepened sleep.
So thank you Mr Sandman
You took me so far away
Then returned me by the morning
To face a brand new day.

 

Tags: happy, rhyme, hope,

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Frank Hornby . commented:
It's true we don't know what happens when we fall into a deep sleep each night.....it fascinates me ....I've asked questions in a poem I wrote years ago called ..."Night, and Day,"........a good mysterious poem Chris........keep them coming....hahaha...
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Frank.there was a song called M sandman made some years ago.but this poem is My take on Mr Sandman.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
I like your take on Mr Sandman Christopher, I hope he takes you on many more nocturnal journeys and returns you safely, so that you can continue to pen poems like this...beautiful.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Cecilia .what I like about Mr Sandman is that he takes you away from The harsh reality of life if only in a fantasy world.
Ja Ja commented:
Thank you for the wonderful read
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Ja Ja it is a pleasure.
Anna Tate commented:
Great poem enjoyed reading it x
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Anna for your comment.

 

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