Writers 
Sleep, gentle visitor, come quietly tonight,
Wrap tired hearts beneath your wings of white.
Close every window where the worries enter,
And bring a little peace to the restless center.
The day has faded, taking its noise away,
The golden sun has surrendered to the gray.
The streets grow silent, the busy world grows still,
And moonlight rests softly upon every hill.
Sleep comes like a whisper across the room,
Soft as a flower and gentle as perfume.
It asks no questions, it judges no pain,
It simply brings peace like refreshing rain.
For some, sleep is easy, a beautiful escape,
A quiet little dream in a comforting shape.
For others, the darkness is difficult to face,
And restless thoughts refuse to leave their place.
They turn to the left, then turn to the right,
Counting their worries throughout the night.
Their bodies are tired, but their minds remain loud,
Lost in the memories hidden beneath every cloud.
Sleep, come closer and quiet their fears,
Wash away the weight of their difficult years.
Take every sorrow they carry inside
And let peaceful dreams become their guide.
Let children dream beneath blankets warm,
Protected from every approaching storm.
Let weary mothers finally loosen their hands,
And fathers forget the day's many demands.
Let lonely hearts find somewhere to belong,
Let broken souls remember they still are strong.
Let those who have suffered find comfort and rest,
And wake with a hope that tomorrow is blessed.
Sleep does not ask what mistakes we have made,
Nor count all the debts that our hearts have paid.
It gives us a moment to simply be still,
To breathe without fear and surrender our will.
Sometimes sleep feels like leaving the world,
Where every confusion and worry is curled.
A place where the past cannot follow the mind,
And peace is the treasure that everyone finds.
But morning will come when the night disappears,
Carrying away some of yesterday's fears.
The sun will return with its bright golden flame,
And life will begin its long journey again.
So sleep, tired heart, you have carried enough,
You have faced the darkness, the sorrow, the rough.
Put down your burdens, release every pain,
Tomorrow will ask you to rise once again.
Sleep beneath stars that illuminate the sky,
While quiet dreams gently go drifting by.
Let the moon keep watch till the morning is near,
And let its soft light remind you, “You are here.”
For sleep is a doorway between night and day,
A moment where yesterday fades away.
It gives us new strength when our bodies are weak,
And sometimes gives answers we struggled to seek.
So close your eyes slowly and breathe in the night,
Let every dark thought surrender to light.
There is nothing you need to accomplish right now,
No mountain to climb, and no reason to bow.
Just rest.
Let silence surround you like rain.
Let dreams carry gently the weight of your pain.
And when the first morning birds begin to sing,
Rise with a heart ready for everything.
Sleep, gentle visitor, stay till the dawn,
Heal what is hurting and comfort the worn.
For every long night eventually ends,
And every new morning brings chances again.
