As the night overcomes us, the stars look down at us with a beauty, and our eyes look up at them with wonder. The darkness overwhelms each one of us and we succumb to it's blankets of comfort that the morning will soon rise. The wind whispers to us the song of sweet slumber that we will see the sun rise with tendrils of color about it.
But now we must sleep.
As our eyes dance the sleeping dance, we ask for the wish of every child, to be loved. We slip into uncontiousness the night whispers into our ears the stories of our dreams and we lay there enfolded in its care, Until the morning arrives.
