Mr. Sandman

The sleep in your eyes,

The sand by your pillow,

It's I who protect you,

From the Nightmares.

My golden crystles,

Relax your mind,

My whispers,

Compel your eyes to seal shut.

Never seen,

But always around,

A fly on the wall,

Never can you escape me.

The power of who awakens,

Comes rom my golden claws,

My shapeless from,

Molding into grains of sand.

Your imagination,

Mixes with my sand,

To create the images,

That flash before you.