Rest Under Stars

Rest up, you sweet child of light, night
arrives without a word. The brook
will sing you a soft melody,
charmer for sleep and weary eyes

creep evermore. Please, use my lap
to rest your head on. Take this wild
bed as the dark takes in, for lay
here now with heavy eyes of lead.

But, before you go off to worlds
unknown, where sleep is good. I ask,
you look up into the heavens
aglow. Look at those lights above

caught in that vast sea of crystal
lit dew. Remember that while sleep
does gift you dreams, so does this life
gift them too. Heroes and monsters,

legends and odes are chiseled
on the sky. For dreams and hope, dance
over our heads all through our days.
All you need do is to look up

where constellations float on by.
For the ancients dance and will gift
you many things, so sleep and know
dawn will arrive as the stars shine.