Nightly Fiasco

♦ Hey, it’s almost night time here. Ready for those post 2 a.m. thoughts?

 

As the Sun settles down,

It takes away a part of us.

The part which keeps us sound,

The part which we show to the world.

And when the Moon takes the sky,

It showers a light on us.

Silver light which brings out something…

Something which we don’t discuss.

Night time does have this affect,

And these thoughts are the most private ones.

But when it starts to overwhelm,

Close your eyes and end the pretense.

Eventually sleep will engulf your realm

And in dreams these thoughts will make sense.

If they don’t, tell yourself : “It was just a dream.”

 

 

A bedtime story

 

Every night before I went to bed,

I asked for a story to dream about.

And just as I laid my head,

My narrator would start about.

Once upon a time is what he would say,

And introduce a character quite familiar.

In the story, the silly boy would lose his way,

While searching for something dear.

He would meet a wise old owl,

Who would wipe his tears,

And tell him something different,

That would end the boy’s fear.

The boy would then find the lost,

Using the lesson he had just learned.

And pay the owl a coin as a cost,

For a bedtime story needs to be earned.

 

 

~Good Night.