Hush

Night drapes itself over the world,

Dark velvet blanket being gathered under her chin,

She’ll murmur a soothing sound,

Crickets and owls and frogs,

In a hum like a melody as she whispers,

Hush, hush, dear world,

Rest your lovely head.

And all the turmoil,

Heat rising from pavement,

The blare of sirens and horns

Will dim, breathe in deep,

Bodies sag, and slump ready for sleep.

And she’ll forgive the way

They waged war amongst themselves.

The stars will pulse, light straining to reach

A world subdued, frozen in place,

Wrestling with dreams, as eyelids flicker

The anger inside, shrinking to a whisper

And night will say, like a doting mother

“How beautiful he is when he sleeps”.

And perhaps when he wakes,

there’ll be peace.