Sleepwalking Matthew Wilde To Danielle As I lay dreaming And good thoughts achieving I hear a muted, soft sound The cat on the floor Or the wind at the door Possibilities simply abound So I open my eyes And to my surprise I see you, my love, laying there But this just cannot be Though I smile with glee How can I now be sitting in this chair? I must have been creating While I was somnambulating A fantasy for us, creep by creep So I realize, back in bed When I kiss your forehead What joy it is to walk in one’s sleep!
©Matthew Wilde 2008