In the quietude of twilight’s embrace,
I whisper my hopes to the unseen sky,
Where stars are guardians of dreams,
And prayers are the wings that fly.

Beneath the veil of night’s tranquil cloak,
I find solace in the silence deep,
A communion with the divine spark,
As the world around me falls asleep.

Each word, a tender thread of light,
Weaving through the fabric of the soul,
A tapestry of faith and grace,
Guiding hearts towards a sacred goal.

In the stillness, my spirit soars,
Beyond the realms of earthly plight,
For in prayer, I find my strength,
Embraced by the eternal light.