Night Time Comes. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Night time comes,
my favourite time of day.
The stars are shining
and the night air softly breezes away.

The nightingale sings,
its beautiful song.
I wish for the night
to be very long.

So that I can dream of you,
and all the things you do.
I escape in the dark,
remembering the view.

A long sleep I will have,
a soft pillow to lay on.
Your strong arms around me,
I will dream, dream till dawn.

Night time comes,
my favourite time of the day,
the stars are shining,
and the night air softly breezes away.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .