In the hush of night, thoughts softly creep,
Gentle murmurs where secrets sleep.
They wander through shadows, unseen, unknown,
Crafting stories where dreams are sown.

In silent corners, echoes reside,
Whispering truths we often hide.
Each thought a thread in the tapestry spun,
Woven with memories, one by one.

Amidst the stillness, clarity blooms,
Lighting the way through shadowed rooms.
A dance of reflections, both old and new,
Guiding the heart with wisdom true.

So listen closely, to the whispers’ call,
For in their depths, we find it all.
The dance of thoughts, a gentle embrace,
Leading us onward through time and space.