Eventide

Sun bids a lavish good bye, and

l-i-n-g-e-r-i-n-g

paints the entire sky.

In her wake, trailing dusk,

I scatter dreamseeds,

germ and husk,

that bloom into stars over your head.

Now close your eyes,

go to bed.

I’ll wait for you in the curve of the moon,

so let sleep carry you

back to me soon.

    by Sir Edward Poynter


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