In the quiet of the night, thoughts begin to roam,
Wandering through memories, finding a place like home.
Whispers of the past, dreams of what could be,
Dancing in the shadows, setting the mind free.

Echoes of laughter, tears that softly fall,
In the realm of silence, I can hear it all.
Thoughts like gentle breezes, brushing through my soul,
Weaving tales of yesterdays, making me whole.

Questions left unanswered, mysteries unfold,
In the stillness of the night, stories are retold.
Dreams interlace with reality, where time stands still,
Painting vivid pictures, at the mind’s own will.

As dawn approaches, the whispers start to fade,
Leaving behind a tapestry, of thoughts carefully laid.
The mind finds peace, in the break of morning light,
Until nightfall returns, to continue its silent flight.