There was a hovering delight that hummed within the clouds
And it caressed the fears that were held in the eyes of youth
But in its deceitful hands there was sleet and ice and sorrow
that had kidnapped the snow
and like daggers it pierced the illusion
That tomorrow was just as far away as yesterday
yet could promise you new lollipop flavors and less lightning.

But its promises still consoled the tired eyes of bedtime,
whispering lullabies and stories
that held this all encompassing knowledge that somehow
no matter how bad tonight's nightmares may be,
tomorrow's nap time and warm milk would always bring rest.