In the quietude of night, thoughts take their flight,Chasing stars that flicker with distant grace,The moonlight dances on walls, pale and bright,A restless mind wanders in this silent space.Eyes wide open, seeking solace in the dark,Counting moments that drift like falling leaves,The ticking clock echoes like a distant lark,Yet slumber remains elusive, it deceives.Through the window, the world slumbers in peace,But here, a symphony of whispers persists,The mind, a storm that refuses to cease,While dreams linger just beyond my fingertips.Oh, gentle night, release your tender embrace,Let the weary soul find its tranquil rest,In the arms of dawn, let peace find its place,And grant the heart its much-needed request.