As I lay my head to rest,
I pray my dreaming will be blessed:
With glittering starlight upon the moon,
Floating like a lost balloon.
With chuckling streams that catch the light,
And songbirds trilling with delight.
With soft white clouds in pure blue skies,
A lilting breeze that gently sighs.
With weeping willows that quietly droop
Their shadows, as they drape and stoop.
With blossom scents that chase the air,
Like children run without a care.
As I lay my head to sleep,
I pray my dreams are safe to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wonderful, soothing, lilting write. Bravo '10'. Regards, Leria