Day's End

Night covers my mind like a blanket

The edges of my thoughts are Blurred

This day’s events, its cares, the Urgent

Are somehow pushed into the Past

By its merciful, invisible velvet cloak

Without my effort, with or without my consent,

There is an End

Inevitably, I think about Tomorrow

Which will kindly Wait just a Moment

While I put down my head

Let even my ideas Go

Relinquish Control

To Sleep