In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where dreams and reality intertwine,
Lies a heart, weary from the day’s power,
Seeking solace in the stars that shine.

The gentle hum of the world fades away,
Leaving echoes of tasks left undone,
A silent plea for a moment to sway,
Beneath the moon, away from the sun.

With eyes heavy, yet mind still awake,
Thoughts drift like leaves on an autumn breeze,
Yearning for rest, for the soul’s own sake,
In the quiet where the heart finds ease.

Yet tomorrow calls with a relentless voice,
Urging the weary to rise once more,
But for now, in this hush, there’s a choice,
To dream of peace on a distant shore.