Just Past 11:00 P.M.
Dreams are there for the taking nightly, just close your eyes and hope for a good one
Sleep is the healthiest and most needed anesthesia
Night waits just past the final caress of a weary sun, on the shoulder of a distant horizon.
Clouds will bleed orange and gold, at its passing, and stars will poke holes, in the dark blanket that covers us.
These tiny suns will make up for our own suns absence, forming lovely patterns in the sky.
Dreams will be poured generously from the Big Dipper, for the older souls, and from the little dipper for the young.
Meteors will sail in long streams across the Milky Way, only to be swallowed in the depths of a bottomless space.
Planets cold, dead, and distant will cast their jealous, cratered eyes on Earths gleaming jewel, teeming with life, as it leaks dreams back into the heavens.
There each dream
will be flung into fantastic tales hooked, on the ends of comets, sending what's left to be spun into the blended, multi-gleaming rings of, Saturn, Neptune, and Uranus.
"Goodnight America, Godspeed to a restful sleep."
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III