In the quiet hush of the evening’s end,
When whispers of dreams softly blend,
I find a solace in the stars’ gentle glow,
A place where weariness dares not show.

The morning breaks with reluctant light,
Chasing shadows from the endless night,
Yet still the heart feels the weight of time,
A silent rhythm, a wordless rhyme.

Each step a journey, each breath a sigh,
Beneath the vast, unending sky,
The echoes of tiredness softly tread,
In the chambers of a weary head.

Yet hope lingers in the twilight’s grace,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
In the quiet, the soul finds rest,
Cradled in dreams, feeling blessed.