Saturday, June 06, 2020

Lights Out

The bustling vigour of the day fades in a calm, reflective way
To thoughts of restful, quiet things. Conclusion of that time now brings
The nightly veil to cover all, in cool dark blackness, then the call
Is heard - low, softly, urgent, clear, inviting everyone who hear
Its message, as nights shades creep into the world. It’s time to sleep.

Notes hang, suspended, on the air. Echoes seek the shadows there,
The studded stars, the moon so bright, contrasting the dark of night.
Another day draws to its close, the busy scene turns to repose
As muffled calls from rooms around, fade away, until the sounds
Are finally quieted, all is still, until the dawn, a sweet idyll.


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