Sleep, Sleep Poem by Pamela lutwyche

It’s strange the things that come into your head,
when at night while lying in bed.

With all the things that’s happened throughout the day,
sometimes it’s hard to rest and drift away.

We can lie there wide awake,
hoping to sleep, before day break.

Then at last sleep does arrive,
and it takes us away to a wonder land.

Where things are not the same,
and sometimes, I must be honest,
I wish I could remain.