In the depths of a quiet night,
Whispers clash in silent fight.
Hearts tremble under hidden weight,
In shadows where dreams hesitate.

The moon observes with gentle gaze,
While stars flicker in a distant daze.
A turbulent dance in the soul’s core,
Yearning for peace, longing for more.

Voices rise in a muted storm,
As thoughts and fears take on a form.
A silent scream in the heart’s deep,
Where secrets and desires softly creep.

Yet hope emerges in the dawn’s light,
A promise of calm after the night.
In the quiet of the morning’s grace,
The soul finds strength to embrace.