In the quiet of the evening’s deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets sleep,
The moon hangs low, a silent guide,
As whispers of the night collide.
Soft murmurs stir the starlit skies,
A symphony of unheard cries,
Of dreams that wander, lost and free,
And secrets locked beneath the sea.
The wind, it speaks in gentle tones,
Of lovers’ sighs and distant homes,
It tells of hearts both near and far,
Beneath the glow of one lone star.
The trees lean in, their branches sway,
They’ve stories of the passing day,
Of sunlight bright and skies of blue,
Now turned to black, a midnight hue.
The river hums a lullaby,
Reflecting stars that drift on by,
It carries tales of old and new,
Of journeys made, of mornings due.
The night, it listens, wise and still,
To every secret, every thrill,
A keeper of the dark’s embrace,
A quiet, solemn, hidden place.
So speak your truths beneath the night,
Let moonbeams bathe them, soft and bright,
For in this hush, all voices blend,
In nightly talks that never end.
