In the silent hours when the world sleeps,
Whispers of comfort softly creep,
Through the shadows, they gently glide,
Offering solace, a peaceful tide.

When the heart is weary and the soul is tired,
Comfort is the flame that’s quietly inspired,
It wraps around like a warm embrace,
Bringing tranquility, a slow-paced grace.

In the darkest moments, a beacon of light,
Comfort shines through, banishing the night,
Its tender touch, a soothing balm,
Restoring the spirit with a calming psalm.

So when the day is rough and long,
Seek the comfort where you belong,
In the whispers of the night so deep,
Find the peace that lets you softly sleep.