In the silence of the midnight calm,
Fingers trace the lines of fate,
Whispering secrets through the palm,
As dreams open their heavy gate.

Eyes like stars in the endless sky,
Reflecting worlds unseen and bright,
Speaking truths without a sigh,
Guiding lost souls in the night.

Ears that catch the softest tune,
Of wind and whisper, breath and song,
Holding echoes of the moon,
Where every heartbeat belongs.

Lips that tell stories untold,
Of love, of loss, of endless time,
In every word, a world unfolds,
A dance of thoughts in gentle rhyme.