Sleep Poem by Brian Ely

Sandman to me now
Oh what hour?
The witching hour?
Where does time go?
Is it devoured?
If life is sweet
Death sour?
Is there a watchman upon the tower?
For when eyes close
Who is close?
Is it safe to sleep?
For to dream one must go in deep
So there is no worry
Or a villain or a creep
For when eyes close
It is nice to be counting unhurt sheep
And so i close my eyes
And i am going in deep
Sandman come,
Lay me down to sleep