As promised: For Dorinda because she just won’t go to sleep.
Count the stars through open drapes
Twinkling down on your dreamscapes,
Set in coals, though it can’t be,
This is what your dreams should be.
Try to let your mind relax
Wash away all day did tax,
And let the pillows taketh strain
Imagined as the summer rain.
The owl hoots and nightjar sings
Sending you to slumberings
With sweet night songs, mellow tone;
Switch off mind and mobile phone.
Pull up the sheets, you’re almost there,
I say this soft with all due care,
As tired smile plays at your face,
This day gone, sleep’s won the race.