Hope

 (A lone voice whispers.)

When sleep is all you mercifully seek

For your soul is sorrowful and weak

When Dreamland's mists start creeping in

Slowly

Like a thief 

In the HippoCampus Inn

I'll be waiting

In its centre

Waiting for you

To enter 

And to me

Your mighty defender

Your sovereign shield 

Surrender

For you and me

Need to speak

So you know

Wherever

You're feeling 

Sorrowful or

Weak

Seek Dreamland

So I can appear

With my enchanting marching band

Of inspiration 

In the mists

And you

To sing to sleep

By the soothing sounds

Of our violins

Before I return

To The HippoCampus Inn

My home

Just

Beneath your skin

(C)

Copyright John Duffy