Sleep, My Child, And Peace Attend Thee

Sleep comes o'er us
Drawing us in tight
Nestled in her bosom
Bosom of the night.

Castaways of dream land
Floating 'neath the moon
Fading memories gone away
Return again at noon.

Not sure if this has a point but it came to me on the spur of the moment. The title is obviously a song and not my own. It doesn't belong to the poem.

Day into Night

Well, the light has faded and darkness has come. Somewhere, a new day awakens, bringing with it the promise of a new season. Night is silent, with few rustlings and noises to spoil its peacefulness. Even the city is quiet sometimes. It sleeps, along with the multitude of others gathered within itself. The glow of streetlamps may drown the brilliance of the night sky but it never can erase the solitude of a winter evening, after day has turned into night.