All are sleeping, 'cept for me
The king is snoring noisily
The pups are layin' about the bed
One at my feet and one at my head
Yet with all this dreamy atmosphere
The counting sheep cannot appear
My mind is racing with thoughts and word
Some sentimental and some absurd
With repetition, I try to recall
So in the dark, I don't lose it all
Ideas are flowing, they fill my cup
In my head they remain, lest I waken all up :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem