Dreading to go lay and fall asleep
In the dark is a child’s growing fear
Minute by minute as the time draws near
Wanting the comfort of a familiar voice
Reading a bed time story or singing a gentle lullaby
From someone who is precious, close and dear
Howling wind, rain drops on the panes, rustling leaves,
And scratching branches on the house from the trees
You pray to God for a full moon every night so you can see
And in return you only witness
Shadows’ dancing on the walls in the dark
Fighting with all your might you lose
To nightmares that go long into the night
Wanting a light of some kind it don’t matter
To break to deathly silence
And scare away all the dreams of violence
After covering your corpse with clean white linen
I make sure he walks out before me
So I can then turn your light back on
Just in case you should ever awake
From your eternal slumber and you then
Could find your way out of your temporary tomb
In case of a power outage I also put in your hand till the next
A token of light in your clutches that is made
Of a child’s plastic crucifix and beads
That absorbs light hidding from your sight
And in the darkness it will glow green.

(CARSr 9-28-12)