Adam Latham

Rookie - 56 Points (21st May 1976 / Stoke-on-Trent)

Sleep - Poem by Adam Latham

Rest now that sweet delightful head
Upon the bosom of your bed,
Shut tight those eyes and drift away
On dreams of unreality.
And let the sandman take your hand,
A guide through this your slumberland
Where all you've ever wished for rides
The wave crests of ethereal tides.

Topic(s) of this poem: sleep

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 21, 2014

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