The Fluttering light

I stand at my window,
I watch all the little lights,
the stars as they produce a fluttering light,
a bright night they have created,
bring hope and ending fears,
letting children fall peacefully to sleep,
without a thought or a gnawing fear to haunt them,
Without a tear running down their cheeks,
they will forget what fear is,
and finally escape this cage,
they will watch as the clouds cover the moon,
and as the stars shine through with their ever fluttering,
glowing, glimmering light,
they fight off all your fears but I watch over you my dear,
Does that count? To keep the fears at bay,
or do i have to wait another day,
I tell stories of the Fabled creatures,
who lay just beyond our sight,
just beyond our reach,
but they are there watching every step of our long trek.