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Lull the Day to Night

found in an old notebook
dated 6-11-2007

Gently, Night sighs.
Another day drowned.

Engulfing her in liquid shadow
Night calms Lady Day
with soft cricket sounds.
He seduces, laying her to sleep,
soothing Her sun-burnt forehead,
smoothing her furrowing brow.

"Join your dreams, he intones, my dappled darling.
Into sleep, where you'll lie on dewy blankets of peace.
Ease out of your care-worn daily garments...
Slip into comfortable vesper's downy sleep."

"Let no cares, no worries
disturb you.
Let the Sandman scatter his sifted seeds of brown."

Deftly, gently Night plies his quiet craft.
Cooing softly as the weary Day lays down/

Copyright September 30 , 2013
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All Poetry/Prose/Rants/ Ideas Are The Legal Property of this Writer
Melissa A Howells/ Meloo Tstraight from her ilt-a-World

I usually don't write like this/ I think this must have been a prompt
of some kind at an early Thursday morning writing class> a guess.

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