In the quiet moments of the night,
Where whispers dance in shadows long,
Hearts hang upon the edge of dreams,
Awaiting the dawn’s gentle song.

The stars, like silent watchers high,
Bear witness to our hopes and fears,
As time unfolds its gentle wings,
In the stillness of the waiting years.

Each heartbeat echoes through the dark,
A symphony of longing’s tune,
As moonlight paints the world in dreams,
Beneath the watchful eyes of the moon.

Yet in this tranquil pause of night,
Lies strength within the patient heart,
For every dawn that breaks anew,
Is birthed from nights that played their part.