The Whisper of Night

The Whisper of Night

 The night descends with velvet shroud,

A hush falls soft, the world unbowed.
Stars awaken, their silvery gleam,
Guiding the lost in a quiet dream.

The moon, a sentinel in the sky,
Watches the earth with a watchful eye.
Its light a balm, so cool, so pale,
A poet’s muse, a lover’s tale.

Shadows stretch where daylight fades,
Weaving secrets in the glades.
The air grows thick with mystery’s song,
As time slows down and dreams grow long.

The crickets chirp, the owls call,
A symphony in the midnight hall.
The wind hums low, the trees sway near,
A whispered promise only night can hear.

Beneath its cloak, the restless roam,
While others find their heart’s true home.
It hides the tears, it mends the pain,
A solace sweet, a gentle refrain.

Night holds a truth the day conceals,
A quiet place where the soul reveals.
Its darkness vast, yet not unkind,
A mirror held to the searching mind.

And as it wanes, with dawn’s first light,
The night retreats, a fleeting sight.
But in its depth, we come to see,
The boundless beauty of infinity.