As twilight whispers to the weary skies,
A tender calm descends, softly it flies.
Stars awaken, their light begins to seep,
Guiding our dreams through the realms of sleep.

The moon casts its glow, a silvery thread,
Weaving stories in the silence widespread.
In the cradle of night, our souls find rest,
Hearts at peace, in slumber we are blessed.

The world hushed beneath a velvet dome,
In dreams, we wander far from home.
Wrapped in shadows, time gently flows,
Where only the night’s secret knows.

As dawn approaches, the spell will break,
But for now, in dreams, let us partake.
Until the morning’s gentle call,
We are cradled by night’s soft thrall.