Night Song

The wings of night hover
A soft lullaby carelessly descends
Upon the dwelling place of every thought
A delicate tapestry of sounds
Gently whispers from the womb of dreams
Transforming the parlor of toll
Into the chamber of rest
Stirring the waters of understanding
With the staff of silence
Bringing drink to the parched land
Of reason
There the weary flower of love
Is cared for
As the wings of night
Shelter all