In the quiet hush of twilight’s gentle sway,
The world slips softly into night’s embrace.
Stars whisper secrets in a vast ballet,
Guiding weary souls through time and space.

Moonlight spills like silver on the floor,
A tapestry of dreams woven in light.
In shadows deep, imaginations soar,
Carried on the wings of endless night.

Eyes closed, the heart begins to wander free,
Through landscapes painted with the brush of sleep.
A symphony of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of the day find their reprieve.

As dawn approaches, night’s spell starts to fade,
Yet dreams linger, like whispers in the air.
In slumber’s realm, where thoughts are gently made,
We find a world beyond our waking care.