Have you ever been on the pathway to sleep
And all you could see were circles
spiraling,
twisting and falling like mild paintings
on the wall?

Strange as it seems…
The queer songs of the night
come alive:
the sweet tune of the frog choir across the road,
where the rainwater log…
And the treble voices of the cricket clan
play a wonderful track, which, accustomed to the night,
brought some relief and some (soothe?)

The night throws a black blanket
over the tired earth.
From a window, yawns filter in;
there are other activities…
Nothing to interrupt a well-deserved sleep.

Good night, sleep tight.
May God’s angels keep you safe.