that time of night
when the clouds come
closer to earth and
chase chills with
a warm embrace like
a soft wool blanket
the eyes of children
grow heavy with dreams
as they are carried
on loving shoulders up to bed
and the expeditions
of the day melt away
as new journeys form
in the mind
from past
experience, from hopes and desires
comforting waves
wash over them as they curl
into their bed
sheets and drift into their pillows
where the night’s
agenda begins to form
in the sweet minds
of the slumbering babes
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