chant of night and sleep

Days ripe with rigorous work
nights will soothe the bruises and tears
in the stillness and silence
in the mysterious darkness
desires catch fire flamed by
the tunes ears love to hear
dreaming distant dreams of past
of trails tests and losses
and impending glory, waving
its little hopeful hand
in the darkness, silence and stillness
of the night; slumber sweeps the
bruises and heals all wears.