Slumber

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