Sleep is welcoming

After the sun fades

And the night song is thrumming

In dark and hidden glades.

Weary are my limbs

As I lay down on leafy bed

And dreams are my whims

When I rest my weary head.

Glinting stars cold and bright

Guide my wandering thoughts

On a silver winged flight

In a tumbling musical waltz.

Knotted tree limbs sprawl

Over expanse of deepened blue

As leaves to the ground do fall

In golds from branches of yew.

I pray the nightingale sing

In sweetened tunes tonight

As now my dreams are taking wing

In that ethereal graceful flight.