Sweet Dreams

I feel the dark night settle in.
The winter, cold and still,
has drawn a frosted filigree
on window pane and sill.
Each star is clear and crystalline
within the night's deep chill,
and restless dreams are held at bay
by little more than will.

I know that it is early yet
to turn my thoughts to bed,
and there are plans for tomorrow
that I should make instead,
but it is thoughts of flannel sheets
that clutter up my head.
Though I may still be sitting here,
my mind has gone ahead.

So let me say good night to you,
I pray your dreams are sweet,
but I must go and join my thoughts
beneath a flannel sheet!