Nightfall

As nightfall sends each vision into shadow
The life of person, animal and creeping things
Takes on a different hue and begs for rest.
A calm that movement cannot fathom
And so by drifting in a patient wind
That harries not, nor does it hurry,
We find our way to slumber where
The mind lives in a different land
A language of symbol and half-truth
A voyage to the place between reality and imagination
Where we conquer fear and overtake the world.