Finally in bed, the battles cease,
A fleeting moment of quiet peace.
The pillow whispers its softest lore,
While the blanket shields like a closing door.

The world spins on; it can wait its turn,
For now, there’s no need to fret or yearn.
Dreams await in their gentle embrace,
A sanctuary from life’s frantic pace.

So close your eyes, let the darkness dwell,
Good night, dear heart, and sleep so well.
Tomorrow will come with its trials anew,
But for now, the night belongs to you.

Created by
MarkWaldrop