In the quiet hours, shadows dance with light,
Whispering secrets of a sleepless night.
Eyes wide open, mind adrift in thought,
The solace of dreams remains unfought.

Moonlight streams through the window pane,
Casting silver on the walls, a gentle refrain.
The ticking clock, a metronome of time,
Counting moments in a silent rhyme.

Restless heart, racing in the dark,
Searching for peace, a fleeting spark.
The quiet hum of the world at rest,
Leaves a soul in turmoil, unblessed.

Dawn approaches, bringing light anew,
Bidding farewell to the night so blue.
Another day begins, the cycle repeats,
As insomnia’s embrace slowly retreats.