Lure of Dreamland

Sleep tempts me early this evening.

Rain pours steadily through the darkness outside,
While the wind rattles the house,
Causing the trees to hiss and whisper.

The winter air is cold and unfriendly,
A chill that presses against the glass,
Seeking entry.

I sit alone,
Listening to it all.

Sleep has come calling.

Ghostly fingers gently lower my eyelids,
Their touch patient,
Persistent.

I sit at my desk,
Warm beside the heater,
My thoughts growing heavy.

Yet still my head resists,
Fighting the summons of the Dreamlands,
Where emerald oceans glisten beneath starlit skies,
And strange vessels wander moonlit shores.

The rain continues to fall.
The wind continues to hiss through trees.
And sleep waits quietly,
Knowing it will win.