In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance without a sound,
The restless mind begins to wander,
Through corridors where dreams are bound.
Stars flicker like distant lanterns,
Guiding thoughts to unknown lands,
Yet sleep remains a distant whisper,
Eluding the grasp of weary hands.
The clock ticks with relentless patience,
Marking time in slow retreat,
While eyes stare into the dark horizon,
Seeking solace, seeking sleep.
Yet in this quiet, I find a rhythm,
A lullaby for the wakeful soul,
Embracing the night’s gentle whispers,
In the silence, finding whole.