found in an old notebook
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 furrowed brow.
"Join your dreams, he intones, my Dew-Dappled Darling.
Into sleep, where you'll lie on blankets of peace.
Ease out of your worn daily garments...
Slip into comfortable vesper's downy sleep."
"Let no cares, no worries
Let the Sandman scatter his sifted seeds of brown."
Deftly, gently Night plies his quiet craft.
Cooing softly as the weary Day lays
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