When the stars come out and shine so bright,
when the owl says "who" in the darkness of night.
And the moon starts to glow with his happy face,
it's time to go to that magical place.
I can only find when my world goes to sleep,
and I can't get there by just counting sheep.

So I hoist the sails of my little dream boat,
I climb aboard and away I float.
To the far away beaches that live in my mind,
and some peaceful rest is what I shall find.

Good night friends!

© 2014 Peter Noah Thomas