Night

Night,

Gentle movements,

On a sea of air.

Soft, hypnotic sounds,

That say

“I am the night”.

The voice,

Like a breeze,

Is so familiar.

Night,

I heard it in my youth,

Not anxious,

But soothing,

The gentle sleep

That waits and watches.

I give myself to the night,

And let it take me away.

Night,

The darkness of the room,

Is so familiar,

Like a forgotten friend,

Who returns each night.

We walk together,

In slumber,

And remember,

And that music on the breeze,

Is the story that we tell.