As twilight fades and stars ignite,
The world succumbs to night’s soft might.
In quiet whispers, dreams take flight,
Guiding us through the silent night.

Beneath the moon’s tender glow,
Our worries slowly ebb and flow.
In sleep’s embrace, we find a show,
Of visions that we yearn to know.

The night, a canvas, vast and deep,
Where secrets of our hearts we keep.
In realms of dreams, we softly leap,
To places where our souls can weep.

As dawn approaches, bright and clear,
The dreams dissolve, the end is near.
Yet in our hearts, we hold them dear,
Till night returns, and sleep draws near.