In those drowsy moments as you drift to sleep

and the second hand sweeps across the dial

tick tock, tick tock

let the footprints of the day mark the path to your sweetest dream



When the heavy curtain that hangs between awareness and fantasy falls

and you drift to a place where time dissolves

tick tock, tick tock

embrace the journey that reveals your true desires



Hear the angels as they whisper in your ear

and read from your book of aspirations

you should, you must

create the life your imagination designed



photo: mine



prompts: Sherry Ink, Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 329