Land of Nod
Delicious, euphoric sleep,
How thou dost soothe me.
Settle down thy body,
To a pleasant glee.

Dreams enter my head,
Like thousands of birds.
Flitting from cell to cell,
Always seemingly blurred.

It is in your presence,
That I begin to drift away.
On some magical fantasy float,
I seem to sillily stray.

Dragons and dungeons,
Do appear before mine eyes.
They�re bountifully bizarre,
In luscious guise.

Endlessly I will take the trip,
Of this time of pleasure measure.
Every experience of you,
I promise to honestly treasure.