Finding Dreamland

Finding Dreamland
Sleep is like
a distant
ship that
I can see
far out on
horizon

As I drift,
the memories
wash me
further and
further from shore

Circling over my head
like gulls, are thoughts
of bygone days, not
sad or angry thoughts,
rather images of my
children scampering
through their busy little lives, innocence
emulating from them
like fireflies in the
night and with the
bobbing of my head,
sleep finds me at last
and I sail away to
dreamland on a raft
of memories, as I say:

"Goodnight, stars and
moon, kiss my children
for me, twinkling love
over them with your
hallow glow"

Lynn West
(c) 2013