When The Sandman Calls Your Name Poem by Svanhildur Njálsdóttir

When the sandman calls your name
will you be prepared to come?
Are you going to fall to his will?
Close your eyes
and drift off
to an evening to be forgotten

When he holds out his hand
will you be prepared to take it?
to follow his lead
to places unknown
and ideas forsaken

Do you feel the weight of your eyes?
Slowly closing throughout a lifetime
in preparation
for when
the sandman calls your name

Would you like a rose for your troubles?
Perhaps coins for the ferry man?
A kiss for the sandman
and a soul to lose?

Lets spend an evening
Dancing in the flower fields
all hands underground
for when the sandman calls your name

Will you hear it when he calls you?
When its your turn
to step to the front of the line
and fall to the ground

What will you be doing?
Where will you be?
How will you feel?
when the sandman
calls your name
for the last time