Just one.

Lids are drooping,
  mind won't let me go.

Just want to embrace my pillow,
  so I'll give you this.

Just one,
  all you get,
  then let the dreams take me away.

So Mnemosyne,
  where will you draw me now?
What will you have me tap into this time?

Oh...
Night as a child,
  stars in my eyes.

Thank you, dear lady.

Such a gentle touch.