The Sandman Poem by Helene Johnson
The Sandman
He catches dust o' dreams to carry in his sack,
The dust a falling star leaves shining in its track,
He walks the milky-way, then down the dark-staired skies,
His tinkling footsteps hush the world with lullabies.
And when he reaches you, his fragrant gentle hands
Fill deep your drowsy eyes with fairy golden sands.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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