Bedtime Tales

I just finished a poem. My special follower will be the first to read it (Go Madelene!)

Bedtime Tales
When the shadows are outstretched,
reaching, as it were, across the lawn
then you'll be telling bedtime tales next
to a child, who asks between yawns
how you feel when you wake up in the night.

If you remember the mystery or the chill
not knowing where you were for a moment
and even when you found yourself you still
felt like a silhouette, and kept silent,
then can you explain it so he understands?

To dream in the darkness is a fear
and to dream in the light, a fit of madness.
But can you keep your hand tenderly near
enough to tousle hair or give light caress
when he sends out his unspoken plight?

The hero he imagines may well be you
even as the story unfolds in fantasy lands
of courage, love, of old games and new
adventures. You are the guide who stands
at the door where the unknown night expands.

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I actually started writing this in Vermont, but I got stuck halfway through and couldn't continue. It was also really late at night. But even so, i couldn't finish it the next day either, but I knew that I wanted to finish it. And tonight I found it and the words came. Even so, I hope it fits together well. I think the ending is really nice personally.