In the gentle cradle of midnight’s embrace,
Stars whisper secrets in a celestial dance.
Moonlight weaves dreams upon the sleepy face,
Guiding souls through a tranquil trance.

Shadows of serenity softly descend,
Cloaking the world in a tender calm.
Time drifts slowly, as if to mend,
Our weary hearts with night’s soothing balm.

Echoes of the past and future blend,
In the realm where reality fades away.
Sleep, the tender healer, begins to mend,
The fragments of our long, chaotic day.

As dawn approaches with a gentle sigh,
Dreams retreat to their hidden nooks.
The night bids farewell, with a whispered “goodbye,”
Leaving us with stories in unwritten books.