Goodnight Moon
Pale gentle face in veils of sheer white cotton
With subtle cratered skin so soft and true
Her face brings light which Nature has brought in
A Goodnight cup of milk on chest of blue
She hovers silently above the world
For hands do churn the blue and docile seas
The waves by her with foaming pools that whirled
And nights domain of hush: the Queen of Zs.
Her somber gaze puts persons into drowse
Across the land, we feel her ancient song
Applause by crickets, the sun at last bows
And us, the creatures of Night, now belong
Goodbye to dark day, I might see you soon.
Goodnight to world asleep, and Goodnight Moon.
~ JD Campbell
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Nightmares of an Insomniac
PoetryA collections of poems for those of us who love, live, cry, and play, even while the world is asleep.
