Nighttime is like a curtain closed,
To keep us safe from questions posed,
Escape from all unpleasant sight,
Warm like a blanket that wraps tight.
To keep away all worldly pain,
Till daylight brings it back again.

First groping rays of morning sun,
Reality of day begun,
Reach out and rudely touch my face
While night retreats to some dark place
Taking with it all the calm,
Like fading notes from far off song.

A time to cope with all thatís given,
Like storm clouds tossed that are wind driven,
Battles to be fought and won..
Rest only comes with setting sun
When nighttime offers one more time
Deep peace with sleep, from troubled mind.

© 2003  Loree (Mason) OíNeil

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