In the stillness of the night,
I hear the whispers, soft and light,
They speak of things I cannot see,
The secrets that are calling me.
The moonlight paints the sky in gold,
A tale of dreams, both shy and bold,
I long to chase what’s just beyond,
Where shadows fade and hearts respond.
The world sleeps on, but I remain,
Awake, absorbed in quiet pain,
A thought, a wish, a fleeting sigh,
The quiet echoes of the why.
For in the dark, there’s something more,
A space where souls can find the door,
To places far beyond the night,
Where all that’s lost is bathed in light.
So I wait for dawn, its gentle grace,
To lift me from this hidden place,
But still, the whispers softly call,
A truth that answers every fall.