whispers of the night

 

Beneath the sky where stars take flight,
The moon hums soft, a silver light.
A breeze that dances through the trees,
A secret song carried on the breeze.

The world is still, but dreams take shape,
In shadows deep, where thoughts escape.
Each breath, a pause, a quiet plea,
To feel the vast, the endless sea.

The night, a canvas, dark and wide,
Where all our quiet hopes reside.
And in the hush of twilight’s grace,
We find ourselves in time and space.