Slumber

SLUMBER

The fire crackling the daylight dying,
With me content on the sofa lying.
The rain pounding hard answering a call.

I slumber in to dreams to a far magical place,
Where fine women walk rapped in frilly lace.
Or where the snow comes falling down,
On excited children below in a town.

But today I'll sit here lying,
The fire crackling and the daylight dying.