Night Lights (Patreon)

We glide asunder,

Aside and wonder,

While we hide from slumber

With devices under

Covers, quilts, and comfort.

Little screens,

Our attention gleens,

From tiny things,

A friend's thought string,

Under our fort.

Like children, we peel away

Slivers of the night,

With light.

And read a line at a time,

(That sometimes rhyme).

When rest is what we need.

Steep, deep, without a peep,

Our eyes closed, we keep

with heavenly sleep.

Instead of writing bad poetry.