Night falls comes and umbra is king
The canines howl and cicadas sing
We journey into the land of the surreal
Leaving our corporeal forms, quite and still.
Alas we arrive at the realm of the endless
Its landscape ever shifting and restless
One is free to craft his wish and story
For here you are the architect of all and sundry.
But hail the sultan of the soporific and lord of lethargy
His somnolent sands filled with latent energy
Hail Morpheus the god of sleep and dreams
Hail the Sandman from whom all our slumber streams.