In Full Repose Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Nightfall always brings its own requiem...
As it rolls its sleeves down and tiptoes
Into the slumbering shades of ebon;
It has no half-light
Just imminent-stubborn-blackness;
It is the Earths darkest blanket
With the Moon, only, its sometimes light;
In the country-it beckons stillness-
And in the city-the sometimes voice
Of horns can be heard...
Lingering in city avenues whispers
Eventually surrendering;
Ever mindful-of the nearness of Dawn-
Taken in by a fragment of a yawn;
At last asleep in the gentle arms
Of the Sandman-till the morn
To dream, yes dream-till new day is born;