Night slips in slowly,
chasing away the last light
as dark takes over.
A new world opens
where twilight creatures come out
to run free and play.
The sounds of evening
hum their soft and merry tune
wishing all good night.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Night slips in slowly,
chasing away the last light
as dark takes over.
A new world opens
where twilight creatures come out
to run free and play.
The sounds of evening
hum their soft and merry tune
wishing all good night.
You seem so in tune with the night that must have surrounded you as you wrote this.
Took me back to my marathon night.