In the quiet realm where shadows dance,
The moon casts its silvery glance,
Upon the weary, restless eyes,
Insomnia whispers lullabies.

The ticking clock, a metronome,
Marks the hours in a sleepless dome,
Thoughts like stars in endless flight,
Illuminate the endless night.

Silent echoes of what might be,
In the depths of night’s vast sea,
Toss and turn beneath the sheets,
As the heart in silence beats.

Yet in this solitude profound,
A world of dreams is softly found,
Where the mind, though wide awake,
Finds solace in the dreams we make.