Every night people walk into his arms.
For some it’s not as easy,
And for some its too easy.
He whisks them off to a land of dreams;
Where visions lace their minds.
When they wake, they may not remember,
But they were in his safe embrace.
But for me I remember,
Every image I have seen, as if it were real.
When I close my eyes, I take his hand
And am escorted through his land.
And beside the rest he lays me down.
It is there I slumber, day and night-
On a bed of poppy seeds.