Oh silver guardian in the sky,
Cast down your gentle, sleepy sigh.
Lay blankets on the world below,
And in your light, let dreamers go.
Whisper secrets, soft and sweet,
As stars around your throne they meet.
Kiss our eyes with night's embrace,
Until the sun takes back its place.
The brush of night paints skies in ink,
With stars like scattered thoughts, I think.
The day departs, its bustle fades,
Into the tranquil nightshade glades.
Rest now, in silence, deep and vast,
As dreams weave futures, heal the past.
Good night, to all, who day did fight,
Be soothed within the art of night.
As Dusk lay down her violet, soft hues,
The world slows dancing to the crickets' tunes.
Eyes flutter shut to end the daylight's script,
While Luna's kiss on ocean's cheek is dipped.
The nightingale in shadows finds her song,
Singing good night, to whom the stars belong.
May dreams envelop thee in warm delight,
And cradle thee until the morning's light.
The day has closed its eyes to rest,
As twilight brings the night's bequest.
A soft exhale, the world now lies,
Underneath the blanket skies.
The heartbeat slows, the mind unwinds,
Among the whispers of the pines.
In dreams, let go of daytime's fight,
Good night, my dears, good night, good night.
Midnight strikes her serene serenade,
In her realm where light and shadows wade.
The yawning moon hangs, ripe and bold,
Adorning night with flecks of gold.
Wrap yourself in sleep's warm tide,
And on the stars' broad backs, take ride.
May peace be yours till morning light,
Good night to thee, sleep well this night.