In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where thoughts dance like gentle rain,
Words emerge with subtle power,
Weaving tales of joy and pain.

Each line a bridge to distant lands,
Where emotions find their place,
In the poet’s careful hands,
Words become a warm embrace.

Metaphors and similes entwine,
Creating worlds both vast and small,
In this quiet, sacred shrine,
Verses answer the heart’s call.

Through the rhythm of the written word,
A melody begins to soar,
In poetry’s silence, dreams are stirred,
And imagination dares to explore.