Stars and Restless Dreams

There is a silence in the dark.
The stars, cold, bitter, bright,
Are yet the only offering
The darkness makes to light.
 
Their stillness creeps into my room
And, with much cold delight,
They fill my dreams with restless fears
That I’m too weak to fight.  
 
Tomorrow will come on at length,
With warm, golden sunlight,
But for now there are just those stars,
My restless dreams, and night.

Off to Bed

Now, as the day draws to close,

The stars call out to me,

"Don't go to bed, stay up and play!

The night is wild and free!"

But I am weary from the day,

as I was bound to be,

And I will bid the stars, "Good Night".

It's off to bed for me!