Beneath the echo of the moon’s soft glow,
Shadows dance upon the walls, a silent show.
My weary eyes, wide open, search for dreams,
Yet find only the night’s endless streams.

The ticking clock, a metronome of time,
Sings a lullaby, a silent, mocking chime.
Thoughts like restless waves upon the shore,
Crash and retreat, forevermore.

Stars weave tales in the tapestry of night,
Whispering secrets in the absence of light.
I lay captive to the symphony of dark,
Seeking solace in the sky’s distant spark.

As dawn begins to paint the world in hues,
I find a peace in the morning’s gentle cues.
Yet with the sun, shadows still remain,
Insomnia’s promise of another night’s refrain.