Let the sun go down
Let the shadows crawl across the lawn
As the supper dishes are washed
Let the kitchen go black
Let the bedclothes be turned back
And the teeth be cleaned
Let the quiet weave its way
Through the house, and the lamps be lit
Let the curtains be closed
As the street lights come on
And the bats fly out of the vacant house
On the corner lot four houses down
Let the bank and the post office
Sit in the dark, and the phones
Go unanswered
Let them leave a message
Let darkness fall and the Whippoorwill call
When the children are bathed
And settle the babies with stories read
Aloud from the side of the bed
Let darkness fall
Let the crows in the trees
Tuck their heads under wings
And the moon beam her pale white face
On the surface of the pond
Let the sky fade to black
And the stars appear
Let the world turn around
While your eyes are closed
Let sleep come, give in
And let dreams sort the day
Let darkness fall
©Diane E. Dockum, 2015
April 18, 2015

