They each gaze into the dreams of bliss,
The secret bubbles of the Sandman's kiss.

Violent colors crash through the visions,
Taking the form of fantasies and missions.

Each one made special for boys and girls alike,
Caressing the sleep of each tuckered out tike.

The Bubbles are filled with humnerdoodles and candy,
The tricks of his trade are really quite handy.

Smells of patchouli, fresh linen, and mint
Linger in nostrils of children, and hint,

Of places unreal, filled with magic and wishes.
These are the bubbles of the Sandman's kisses.

Off to Dreamland, my dear little ones.
Dream of sweet dreams till the early dawn comes.

© Ruth Goltz 2004