In the quiet, time drips slowly,
Each second a lingering echo.
Shadows stretch across the room,
Where dreams and hopes quietly grow.

The moon whispers secrets untold,
Stars blink in their distant dance.
Night holds its gentle breath,
As hearts beat in silent trance.

Eyes fixed on the horizon’s line,
Where tomorrow’s light will rise.
Awaiting the sun’s warm touch,
And the promise of bright skies.

Patience weaves its tender thread,
Through the tapestry of night.
Waiting, longing, breathing in,
For the dawn to break with light.