Light fades,

Silence falls.

Hair un-braids,

Bed calls.

Crickets sound,

Most still.

Sleep found,

New fill.

Dark covers,

Dreams arise.

Moon hovers,

Night: wise.

K. Aldaya, 6/18/03

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