“Bed Time Story”

I hear music as you move about the house.
I hear the soft patter of your feet.
I hear the clock chime eight.
I hear you getting ready for bed.
I feel my heart beating faster in the knowing.

The look of contentment spreads over your face.
The feel of cool sheets makes you shiver.
The way you curl up to me, the coldness is soon gone.
The smile you give melts my resolve.
The soft kiss is enough to make my blood simmer.

The bedtime story slowly forms in my mind.
The magic weaving in and around the words as they are spoken.
The night is been drawn across the sky.
The stars are blinking away.
The moon has started to sail towards the horizon.
The warmth of you heats the bed.

The sandman is visiting, sprinkling his dust in your eyes.
The magic of the bed time story is awakened by the sandman’s dust.
You travel to the dream-scape living out the bed time story.
Slowly the sands of time move and it is time for you to return.
Sadly you feel the traveller pull you back from your dream-scape.
You awaken with a feeling of restfulness wonder at the lingering dream.

The bedtime story is old and cold now.
The magic that was woven by the words is slowly fading.
The night is drawing the dawn closer and closer.
The stars are one by one blinking asleep.
The moon has sailed across the horizon too.
The warmth of the bed grows cooler without you.

Till the next bed time story is formed.
Till magic is weaved into the words.
Till the words float in the air to be heard.
Till the sandman visits again.
Till you slumber and travel to the dream-scape.
Till then let the last bed time story keep you enthralled.