The Sand Man


We fight the deluge of sleep,
with the lowering of the lights.
The fog slowly boils over into the darkness
and unto the night.

As every head is lowered in sleep,
we become nothing more than sheep
to the night
and his foggy banks of dreams.

A sandy bottom for each sleeping vessel,
the sand man knows how it goes.

With the night longstanding
every head is left
weary and weak ready for bed.

Amanda Shelton

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