In the quiet hush of midnight, I write,Words that dance on the paper like flames,Stories of dreams that take their flight,Into the vast, where no one tames.Each letter a whisper to the night sky,Carried by winds to distant lands,Hoping the stars will hear my sigh,And trace my thoughts with gentle hands.The ink flows like rivers of the soul,Filling the void with tales untold,A bridge between hearts, making whole,The silent echoes, the stories of old.As dawn breaks, the sky turns light,My words rest on pillows of cloud,Waiting for the stars to ignite,A connection in the cosmic shroud.