Flight To Dreamland Poem by Lillian P.k

A silver spindle
Spindles into the night
Gold thread glittering
Out of sight

The pages of a book flutter,
It's binding becoming bent
Into the shape of the readers hand
It stories keeping secrets better not spent

The moon glitters high
Above your closing eyes
A dream fills your head
Hazily hypnotizing a butterfly

You’re drifting so far under
Your body inside a soft nest
You’re falling asleep
Your woes you slowly forget

Shining and illuminescent
Sleep blurs harsh thoughts
Beginning to sleep peacefully
Sparkling like clear crystal quartz