Dreamland

JUDGE: Joined : 04 Apr 2008 Posts : 38

Under my pillow
while asleep in bed,
when the clock chimes twelve
and the day is now dead,

the moon knocks on my window
fills my room with light
and beckons me over
out into the night.

I take her hand
above the clouds we fly,
across stepping stone stars
in the cold night sky.

To the land of nod
above the tree tops green
where we ride the big Zzz's
to where nobodies been.

We pass the house
where the sun lies asleep,
all cosy and warm
she looks as I peep.

Then music and laughter
as the rain she calls,
to her litte rain-drops
that play in the falls.

I ask the moon
can I join in
and play with the rain
and listen to her sing.

The moon she looks
and lets go of my hand
and waves goodbye
from sleepy dreamland.

So back to my bed
from under my pillow
I wink at the sun
as she taps on my window.

By Charlotte.