In the heart of endless night,
Where shadows dance without a sound,
A world unfolds in muted light,
Where lost dreams are gently found.
The stars are silent witnesses,
To secrets whispered through the trees,
In darkness, there is tenderness,
A solace carried by the breeze.
The moon, a watchful guardian,
Guides the weary through the haze,
In its glow, fears are undone,
As hope ignites in gentle blaze.
Yet in this cloak of deepened hue,
Lies a beauty rarely seen,
For in the dark, hearts renew,
Embracing nightâs serene dream.