When worries start to settle
with the dusk upon your shoulders
Or swirl between the shadows
and the fading evening light
If they flicker just beyond the edge of
each page as you turn it
But when you try to grasp them
they scurry out of sight
When they whisper, whisper, whisper
wild predictions in your ears
Of calamities and chaos
and the disasters we all fear
If they tangle up your sheets
just to snigger as you thrash
Or they race across your skin
leaving their footprints like a rash
It’s a part of growing up, my love,
when you start to realise
There are things to do, that must be done,
that can’t be compromised
And though it sometimes feels too much
to do what you must do
Without you even noticing
your skills are growing too
Now, those cheeky little worries
are insistent little pests
They’ll still sneak in amongst your doubts
when you’re about to rest
And their chatter might convince you
that you can only fail
Or that you’re a fool to even think
your efforts could prevail
They cause their mighty ruckus
to be sure that you’ll take heed
But you can calm and quiet them
by stepping up to take the lead
You need only recognise them,
Acknowledge what they’ve said
Then hum a little lullaby
as you tuck them into bed
So leave them be now, close your eyes
Let any tension go
Let your mind meander
Let your breathing slow
Farewell the night’s uncertainty
and farewell the busy day
For the ship that sails for Dreamland
Is bobbing gently in the bay
The stars will watch you tenderly
like they so often have before
As you cross the leagues of silky seas
toward that sleepy shore
There’s nothing more to do but
snuggle in and dim the lights
You’ve earned your rest; it’s time for sleep
So sleep well, my love, Good Night