It’s time for bed, the moon wakes up.
The stars arise,
Drowning out the cries
Of the night animals.
It’s time for bed I shut my eyes
But darkness does not come.
Instead I find myself staring at the ceiling and wondering, hoping,
That darkness will find my eyes.
It’s time for bed I shut my eyes,
this time it comes.
Engulfs me in a blanket full of stars, and soon, the darkness,
it finds my eyes.