Nighttime Blessing

as the sun performs her nightly ritual
of sinking beneath the earth
as the song-birds tuck their heads
beneath their wings
as the colours of the world
are slowly muted to shades of grey
and as the crickets begin
to sing you their lullaby
may peace be your companion
and slumber be your friend
until, once again,
the eastern horizon
glows again


an attempt at writing a nocturne (or night song) for NaPoWriMo