A Spell to Fall Asleep
I step on a dream –
The poof of genies,
Sparkles and powder,
Midnight turns India
Turret colors as dizzying as a carousel.
Magic carpet, wind in the face,
Fun like bouncing in blow-up castles,
Riding horseback over Ireland,
Long-flowing chestnut hair falls in billows.
Mushroom steps sound hollow,
The elves play a tapping tune,
Someone in the shade slides a lullaby guitar
Lightly like a harp winding down.
The eyes close and bring one to foreign memories,
Candy cane swirls, the trumpet sounds,
And morning has all-of-a-sudden awoken.