So Shut Your Eyes

I have spent the last few nights awake till the wee hours of the morning working on homework assignments.  I just finished a huge project, due tomorrow I might add.  And I started working on another paper, also due tomorrow when I received the most blessed email.  It was my professor letting the class know that because of the snow day our papers aren't due till next week!

I'm so happy!

I could jump for joy!

if I wasn't so exhausted

 

Matt is already in bed...has been for a few hours enjoying the blissful slumber of night.  But the bed is now calling my name.  "...Courtney..."  I hear its tempting words, "Courtney come snuggle with me...rest your head on a heavenly down pillow...sleep away your stress...and dream of a world filled with magic....Come, Courtney.....Come to me"

Before I answer its call, I want to share the poem I'll have in my pocket tonight.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--

Sailed on a river of crystal light

Into a sea of dew.

"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"

The old moon asked the three.

"We have come to fish for the herring-fish

That live in this beautiful sea;

Nets of silver and gold have we,"

Said Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,

As they rocked in the wooden shoe;

And the wind that sped them all night long

Ruffled the waves of dew;

The little stars were the herring-fish

That lived in the beautiful sea.

"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--

Never afraid are we!"

So cried the stars to the fishermen three,

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw

To the stars in the twinkling foam,--

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,

Bringing the fishermen home:

'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed

As if it could not be;

And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed

Of sailing that beautiful sea;

But I shall name you the fishermen three:

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,

And Nod is a little head,

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies

Is a wee one's trundle-bed;

So shut your eyes while Mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock in the misty sea

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:--

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

 

 

~Eugene Field