In the quiet hours when the world rests,
Thoughts like shadows dance and weave,
The night whispers secrets it never keeps,
In the silence, only the mind believes.

Stars blink softly in the vast sky,
A tapestry of dreams left unfulfilled,
Yet my eyes trace paths unknown,
In search of peace that time has stilled.

The clock ticks in an endless loop,
Minutes stretch like endless roads,
While sleep, a distant traveler lost,
Leaves me wandering through coded codes.

Dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
The night’s embrace slips away,
Yet the echoes of insomnia remain,
A haunting tune in the light of day.