In the quiet hush of twilightâs gentle glow,
Whispers of dreams begin to softly flow,
Through the veils of sleep, they silently creep,
Guiding weary souls to a world deep.
Upon the tender wings of the midnight breeze,
The night sings lullabies that gently tease,
Stars like sentinels watch from above,
Guardians of rest, sentinels of love.
In slumberâs embrace, the world fades away,
Leaving behind the worries of day,
In these moments of pure, tranquil peace,
The heart finds solace, and troubles cease.
As dawn approaches with its golden light,
The dreams withdraw, bidding goodnight,
Awake, refreshed, from the nightâs sweet kiss,
Ready to face the dayâs gentle bliss.