Along about now
old Day pulls the covers up
and whispers night-night.
While up in Heaven
old saints are showing new ones
the magic of stars.
Go to sleep baby,
and may Angels caress you
and play in your dreams.
lovely poem, very charming. great line, 'old saints are showing new ones the magic of stars'...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tender, sweet, honest. Refreshing.