Beneath the silver moon’s gentle sweep,
I pen a verse, a promise to keep,
To manifest sweet slumber’s grace,
In the realm of dreams, let me find my place.
As stars twinkle in the midnight sky,
I close my eyes, with a hopeful sigh,
In the embrace of night, my spirit shall soar,
In the cradle of sleep, I’ll find peace galore.
With a mind at rest, I lay my head,
Upon the pillow, I’ll be gently led,
To dreams so deep, a tranquil sea,
In the magic of sleep, I long to be free.
I’ll banish worries, let go of the day,
In the quiet of night, my cares will sway,
As the world around me finds its hush,
In the arms of sleep, my spirit shall blush.
I’ll summon the Sandman, that sweet envoy,
With dreams so vivid, they’ll bring me joy,
In the realm of slumber, I’ll journey far,
To dreamscapes unknown, like a shining star.
I’ll manifest sleep, in its soothing flow,
Where time slows down, and tensions go,
In the cradle of night, I’ll find the way,
To rest and restore, in the dark and the gray.
In the land of dreams, my soul shall soar,
As sleep wraps around me, I’ll ask for more,
With each breath I take, in the quiet and deep,
I manifest sleep, in the arms of sweet sleep.