O, for my sole comfort in the night,
Yet it is, at times, the one that causes me the fright.
Nevertheless, it is my only solace when I am afraid;
Afraid until it slowly takes my fear away.
Many claim it is a mystery,
Because we don’t know its true history.
We may be unsure of its design,
Though, without it, our minds would be in confine.
Although I will admit,
There were times you caused me dismay;
But, I will always choose to stay,
And remind myself of a good day.
The days where memories of laughter fill,
Or perhaps an exhilarating thrill.
They may not all be true,
But there is no better view.
This is a world where imagination holds the only key,
And one’s mind is the only limitation;
A place where slumber is the entryway,
and reality is the escape.
Good night, sleep tight
For I will return again tonight,
To see thy beauty through my eyes,
And find a world of unimaginable surprise.