Sleep, be easy,
surrender to the night's sway,
as it’s reach grows long,
like a willow's branch in moonlight,
swaying to nature's melodic song.
Close your eyes, feel the stillness,
as constellations paint the sky,
with shimmering grace,
weaving a tapestry of peace.
In this harsh world,
we've been on the run for far too long,
The sun will rise again, in this life or the next,
its golden rays caressing gently,
so fear not
uncertainties that tomorrow's tongues may speak.
Allow your dreams to unfurl,
where whispers of hope, tiptoe and creep,
embrace the tender touch of faith,
While tomorrow’s promises are still yours to keep.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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