Nighttime falls as shades of slumber
Gently creep
across the floor
And Sandman, with
his magic dust, comes
Tata tap tapping
on my door.
Soft his footsteps
fall in silence,
Silky his
mellifluous tones
To take my mind to
blissful sleep
And rest my tired
and weary bones.
Counting every
measured breath to
Feel the rise and
sweet release,
Softening each
tiny muscle
Until the mind
finds quiet peace.
Letting go of
daylight’s shuffle
Sinking deep into
the night,
Let the sacred
nighttime spirits
Guide me safely to
the light.
Keep the night owl
from my window.
Let the band be
still their horns.
Tether all the
lowing cattle til
The morning is
reborn.
All the world
resides in stillness
In the bliss of
nighttime’s score.
So, if the need be
I should wake,
Please, knock
softly on my door.
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