Mr. Nightsky

Mr. Nightsky Your eyes are black. You creep over day and cover us with dark With eyes of sleep. What lies out there is a mystery, giving us only a chance to see the beauty of your stars. However, it is time for life to rest. After a day of play. Mr. Nightsky, are you tired too? Let me skip the dark, and bring the day. Please, bring me no suffer of your dark, and Let the living rest. Let the silence lift through the air. Let the cold relax me. Let the birds rest. Mr. Nightsky, are you tired too?