Sand Castles in my Mind

The Sandman is calling me.
He is building sand castles in my mind,
Inviting me inside to wander
the corridors of dream.

I fight the temptation to slumber,
refusing the Sandman’s call.
Mindless tasks of cleaning clothes
and doing dishes,
of vacuuming
and tidying
occupy my hands,
keep my body moving,
but still the Sandman is calling.

I sit to write,
but all I see are the shell filled hallways
of the great fortress that Sandman built.
My eyes feel the grit of the sand,
My body holds the weight of it.

My pen falls forgotten,
My paper lies neglected.
My head is pillowed on my arms,
and I surrender to the call of the Sandman.
I give myself up to the castle built of sand,
to wander its halls in Sleep.