SANDMAN

When it's late at night and you're in between
That place before dreaming and sleep
There comes a sparkling visitor
That we never really get to see
The Sandman comes coaxing your mind
Like the postman bringing you treasures
You never quite know what you'll find
Sometimes disappointment, others have pleasures
That excite and stimulate each time
The doorbell does ring or you're starting to dream
It's impossible to know what he'll bring
Could be nightmares, could be goodies from home
One things for sure, you will not be alone
No need to answer the phone, in dreamland
Cuz at the other end of the line, is the Sandman
Sprinkling his glittering dream dust
And taking you away to discuss
The shape-shifting nature of dreaming
Reminding you to pick up your cleaning
But no matter what you're thinking
The Sandman is bringing, "God knows what?"
So each night I pray, and look forward to Rem state
Because, oh how I love when I'm dreaming
I remember the time when the world went away
And I found myself floating through space
My pulse in the race, heartbeat quickening its pace
Sweating and tossing and turning, I was truly afraid
I awoke in a surprise, the Sandman was there, and I was awake
He appeared with an angelic face, and a body of water
How quickly the impression was replaced
With an image of Satan, that morphed into a place
That reminded me of heaven, and a photo of my daughter
There's just no telling how this began
But I'm sure it began with, SANDMAN..........

Tony Taylor (Chicago)