Night, Come Rest

Not long ago my day began,

When I woke to a morning’s light.

And just like days I’ve come to know,

It so hastens to leave me tonight.

My faded shadows walk to darkness,

And my mind weighs in between-

From reflecting on a good day’s work,

To tomorrow and what can’t be foreseen.

In a room made silent, I lie in bed-

The windowed moon drifting free.

Night, come lean upon my pillow.

Oh night, come rest with me.

Night, my friend, do not be wary.

My home is a fortress in earthly calm.

My table is set for another tomorrow.

Let rest be the bridge to our next dawn.

Come listen to lines from poets I cherish-

Emerson, Frost, and Emily.

Sleep will start once a rhythmic heart.

Night, so good you rest with me.

How happy is the little stone-

That rambles in the road alone,

And doesn’t care about careers

And exigencies never fears-

Whose coat of elemental brown

A passing universe put on,

And independent as the sun

Associates or glows alone,

Fulfilling absolute decree

In casual simplicity-