Whimsy follows me to bed, where I rest my sleepy head
Pixies follow in the footsteps of the sandman's sucking depths
Drawn into that toiled slumber, weak and weary, still with wonder
Will dawns calling cry I hear, glinting beams of light appear
The morning's come too soon to be, dreaming wonders please pity me
Stay and comfort this lost soul, aching ever lost control


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.