In the quiet of the night, he dreams,
Of stars that twinkle with silent schemes.
His heart, a compass seeking light,
Guided by shadows into the night.

The whispers of the moon speak soft,
Tales of journeys, both near and aloft.
In the echoes of the gentle breeze,
He finds solace, his heart at ease.

With eyes that catch the morning dew,
He paints the sky in shades of blue.
Each dawn a canvas, vast and bright,
A testament to his inner light.

And as the day fades into dusk,
He holds his dreams, a gentle husk.
In the embrace of night’s sweet song,
He finds the place where he belongs.