In the quiet of the night, I find
A place where worries start to fade,
Wrapped in the arms of gentle time,
A sanctuary softly made.

The whispers of a tender breeze,
Caress my mind and ease my fears,
As stars above me softly tease,
And dry away my silent tears.

Within this cocoon, peace resides,
A haven from the world’s harsh light,
Where love and warmth in shadows hide,
And turn the darkness into bright.

Here, comfort weaves its golden thread,
Through every thought and every dream,
A restful place to lay my head,
Where all is calm, or so it seems.