Night

Rob Hean

The soft night

draws neigh,

draping my head

in darkness.

Soft breezes blow,

rocking me,

crowning me

with sleep.

The soft night

draws neigh,

bringing calm

bringing peace.

Gentle moonlight

shines down

bathing me,

cleanses me.

The soft night

draws neigh.

closing the day,

covering the sun.

Serene silence,

floats by, ambling along

following its own path

to its home.