Falling Asleep

In twilight’s hush, the world grows still,

Soft whispers drift on the evening chill.

Stars ignite and the velvet sky,

As day gives way to night’s soft sigh.

Where dreams take flight on silver threads.

Eyes grow heavy, closed with ease,

Melting into the night’s soft tease.

Moonlight spills through curtains sheer,

Casting shadows, drawing near.

Breath grows slow, a gentle sway,

As worries of the day drift away.

Embrace the calm, the soft descent,

Where fleeting thoughts find their lament.

The soul finds solace, gently sleeps.