In the quiet embrace of night,
Where shadows dance and stars ignite,
The world lies still in gentle sleep,
As dreams begin their silent sweep.

Across the sky, the moonlight gleams,
A silver path to endless dreams,
Whispers of the heart take flight,
In slumber’s arms, they find their light.

Night’s soft lullaby soothes the soul,
A refuge where the weary grow whole,
In secret realms of dreamer’s grace,
We find our peace, our sacred space.

As dawn approaches, shadows fade,
Yet dreams leave traces softly laid,
A memory of the night’s embrace,
In waking hours, we find our place.