In the arms of night, where dreams unfold,
A gentle silence wraps the soul in gold.
The moonlight dances on the windowpane,
Guiding weary hearts to peace again.
Stars weave stories in the midnight sky,
As eyelids flutter, bidding the world goodbye.
Soft whispers echo in the tranquil air,
Cradling minds in tender, quiet care.
In slumber’s realm, where time stands still,
Imagination roams beyond the hill.
Each breath a lullaby, each thought a song,
In sleep’s sweet hold, where we belong.
Awake anew with morning’s gentle light,
Refreshed by dreams that kissed the night.
Sleep, the silent guardian of the heart,
A nightly journey, where all dreams start.