The day exhales, its edges blur,
a hush drifts down, both soft and sure.
The lamps click on, its yellow glow
makes little islands, warm and slow.
The kettle hums, the floorboards creak,
a chair invites you: come, don’t speak.
Your blanket waits with open arms,
a quiet shield from daily harms.
The screens keep watch with patient light,
companions humming throughout the night.
Books lean close, the pages sigh,
like gentle friends who never pry.
Tasks half-done can rest awhile—
the quiet world forgives your pile.
The clock ticks soft, not sharp nor loud,
a faithful heart, serene, unbowed.
So linger here, between, betwixt,
where hours are loose and time is fixed.
For night will come, and dreams will too,
but now’s the pause that carries you.
The stars lean low, the dark turns kind,
your weary thoughts fall back, unwind.
The world is safe and night draws near—
rest easy now, all’s peaceful here.