Gentle rain, cool night air Dust settled, crisp clean scent Part the clouds touched by silvered moon Peace, Still, Quiet Deep thoughts and quiet reflections From past to future Of life and death Love and hate Warm fantasies to contemplate Chill night air, moonlight fades Weariness wraps around Thoughts unfocused Think of bed, cool sheets, sweet smell Warm covers pulled overhead Thoughts like silver minnows scatter Sleep comes, a quiet friend Warmly sheltering Wrapping arms around To hold you through the night Peace flows through, no conscious thoughts Sleep sound in deep of night
Reason for writing:
It was the poem that would not let me sleep and meet that friend to shelter in its arms till I wrote it down.
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