The Village of Dream

All the children had gone home now.

The day was done, and the calm was beginning to bloom throughout the land..

as the playdates and lunching and tasks to be completed could be put down- and soon, we rest.

The friendly face of the Moon smiled upon the many people going to and from - Offering to take their coats upon his hooks and hang them up until tommorrow, when the Sun would again grace each with it’s gladness and warmth, and welcome their return into it’s day.

And this brought a great relief like a tissue to one round singular tear floating and tumbling down, down, down, to invisibly take it’s vows into the pool of all others.

A contribution from each cheek into the collective rain of all tears - A vast water, tremors, and then perfectly still… trembles as it absorbs, and then passive as it dissapears into all, visible only under the moon’s brightness.

the night welcomes each child; “sleep now, rest now little one.”

we have recieved your tears, ahh your rose red cheeks have turned to pink.

Your hands are warm and in your lap-

the days requests are softened now, and we have kindly asked the wind to switch to breeze.”

the stars are present and ready for the night’s duties.

Twinkle switches are on, and each shows up slowly like silver swans meandering curved paths in the night’s navy pond.

The moons hands upon each and every face - gentle, reflective and peaceful - ushering us into the landscape of the little sleep,

resting us one more time, again and again and again.