Bedtime, they say but not yet..the mind whispers,
Ending the travails of the day to embrace the hope named tomorrow.
Deaden the distracting sounds of the world and drift inwards,
Turning and tossing through the colorful scenes of yesteryear.
Isn’t the mind a playground of THE past as well as a window to THE future?
Miraculously, the window is thrown open as the playground loses its appeal.
Ease ever so gently into peace-land for yes, it is Bedtime.