Night's Gift

Night’s Gift

Night, with its treasure trove of stars,
Spreads its cloak of darkness over all below.
Like wings of a comforting angel waft
Hope through blissful slumber,
Midnight brings restoration through rest.

All we need do is gaze at the sky above,
Close our weary eyes, and let the sandman
Fly us through the sky to nestle
In the softness of eventide’s arms.
Then sleep, my loved one, sleep.




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