In the silent dance of midnight’s call,
Thoughts like shadows cling to the walls.
The moon whispers secrets to the sky,
While sleepless eyes trace the stars on high.

The ticking clock marks time’s gentle flow,
As dreams elude where the restless go.
In the stillness, whispers softly weave,
Stories untold that night won’t leave.

A symphony of memories, vivid and bright,
Plays softly to the rhythm of the night.
Yet peace remains a distant shore,
As the mind wanders forevermore.

When dawn’s first light begins to creep,
The weary soul longs for the gift of sleep.
But in the quiet, the heart finds grace,
Amidst insomnia’s gentle, endless embrace.