In the shadows of the evening, I find my weary soul,
Where daylight’s burden lingers, and dreams take their toll.
The echoes of the silent night, like whispers in the breeze,
Gently cradle my tired heart, seeking a moment’s peace.

The world spins its endless dance, with no pause to rest,
Yet here I stand, a traveler, longing for a simple quest.
To lay beneath the velvet sky, where time dissolves away,
And let the gentle lull of night, guide me to a brighter day.

The weight of countless hours, upon my shoulders press,
In the quiet lull of twilight, I find solace and confess.
That even stars grow dim with age, and fade into the night,
Yet in their graceful silence, they find their endless light.

So let the night enfold me, in its tranquil embrace,
For in the realm of slumber, I find my sacred space.
Where dreams renew my spirit, and weariness departs,
And in the gentle hush of night, I mend my broken parts.