The rest poem of the night

now I lay down to rest open the skys of stary vas, a shooting star that passess by, I wish, I wish O"I , may fill a dream, for one and all, to make are home a happy place, to sing the songs of joy, to count are blassing as the come, filled with love for ever one. amen.


This wicked home
With its confused
Opening and closing doors-
So inconsistent!
I saw a star in the sky
Move like a leaf on a river
And I wished for no more doors.