Thinking about sleep because of the title....sorry you have been misled.  This poem is about sand and how easily it slips through your hands.

It doesn't matter how tight you squeeze .....it always slips away.  The hour glass with the coke bottle figure has used it to count time.  Walking on the beach and it covers my toes.....captivating my thoughts and inspiring me to write.......a beautiful piece about you as I lay in glow of the moonlight.

When I come home .....it's everywhere. In my shoes...and my socks......I feel like Spiderman.....I have sand all over me!  

I take a shower and a trail of sand follows me to my bed......I guess I'm the sandman......I fall fast asleep as soon as the pillow touches my head.

Goodnight.......