The hustled-bustled tired town
At last is dressed in its night gown.
Night lamps have dotted every street,
The dark is scary, shadows cheat.
Haste to enjoy your bed-time dreams
Not caring what is real, what seems,
Embracing pillows, diving in
That something wonderful, unseen.
You're floating there calmed, unbothered.
With angels of the night you're fathered.
Awaking you will not avoid,
This sleeping tight is gonna void.
The first sun rays are on their way,
Their pavement to bedside they lay.
The future doings daylight guides,
With plans another day provides.