Slowly passing away, the night
you came and drove away the sun,
that shined so bright.
Now you have left us longing for more of you,
refusing to break free from your embrace, that we hold so tight.
You give dreams to closed eyes with open heart,
rest my child, you coo into the ears of weary bodies.
Hope is a dish, you serve to those wondering,
How can men press on without you?
A treasure you are indeed,
a reason to say, thank you Lord.
For night steals all mu worries away,
Good Ol’ night! What am I without you?
Dear sweet night.
Written by Flora.