In the quiet of the night, thoughts take flight,
Dancing shadows on the walls, a silent sight.
Whispers of the mind, in a gentle stream,
Painting dreams and fears, in a seamless seam.

Through the corridors of time, they wander free,
Echoes of the past and what is yet to be.
A labyrinth of memories, both old and new,
Weaving tales of joy and sorrow, in hues of blue.

Beneath the surface calm, a storm may brew,
Thoughts collide, creating something true.
A tapestry of wonder, of hopes and despair,
Each thread a story, a soul laid bare.

In the end, the thoughts will find their peace,
Resting gently, like leaves in the autumn breeze.
For in the heart of silence, they find their place,
A serene sanctuary, in the mind’s embrace.