In the quiet of the twilight hour,
Where shadows whisper secrets old,
There lies a place of gentle power,
A sanctuary from the cold.

Soft whispers of the night unfold,
Embracing hearts with tender care,
A refuge from the day’s harsh hold,
A haven where we shed despair.

Beneath the stars’ celestial glow,
In dreams we find our sweetest peace,
The world above, the world below,
All troubles momentarily cease.

Rest, a balm for weary souls,
A gentle hand that soothes and mends,
In slumber’s arms, we find our goals,
Renewed by night, as daylight ends.