Moons midnight glow
lures me with silver beams
to a landscape of dreams.

Eye lids, heavy in speedy fashion.
Ears attune to night birds,
vibrating ready to rock tired bones.

Stage is set for fairies to enter
sanctuary of bedroom
armed with sleep arrows
to drift my etheric body
to a peaceful land.
A place void of sadness.
Void of grief.
A fairyland,
where love is echoed
between the trees
and mind has a chance to play.