In times like these,
during my sweet night,
the time young humans fall asleep while hearing lullabies.
When the moon shines over,
Beautiful and at times catastrophic.
Exposing, and at the same time hiding.
Where it spills its light at the same time causing shadow.

My sweet night,
can be indecisive.
Sometimes full of light, glowing, and showing its beauty
other times at a crescent,
as if the moon were meant to be hidden
but is chained in its curse,
that causes these waves to crash in it's attempt to escape its
duty in covering the sun from its light.

My sweet night takes her time,
gently appearing in the sky in the form of her choice.

As the light pierces through,
my sweet night welcomes me,
she claims she will stay for a while,
but will leave when the time comes for her to sleep.

The clock ticks,
but that's okay because it's that time of year again.

The one night that the sun takes it's lazy doze.
The sun whose light shines in it's obligatory state,
demanding its victims to rush with tasks that
shape the globe.

As I lay me down to sleep,
and I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
It finally comes that time of night
that I am able to stare at my ceiling.

Although my sweet night will leave,
she will still be there as the day comes by.

My sweet sweet night