Sleep

Oh blissful land of quiet peace and dreams,
Of rainbow colors never seen before,
Of greeting heroes from forgotten lore,
Where prism fairies dance on moonlit beams.
That cool dark place where none is as it seems,
Where strangers are the ones that you adore,
And midnight creatures chill you to the core.
Where you can save the land from evil's scheme.
Alas, I rarely find the time to come
And visit on your shores, beneath your skies
Of many hues. The bright world has become
A dreary monotone where none shall rise
Alert, awake, alive, except for some.
I greatly miss the land beneath my eyes.