The late NIGHT at the Dawn

In the silence of late-night's gentle sigh, When the moon hangs low, kissing the sky. A quietude wraps the world of breeze night, A stars hushes’ to unfold, each finding its space.

Dusk's retreat, a ballet in twilight, A tapestry adorned with the gentle tones of moonlight. The day sighs, surrendering to the night, As shadows dance in the pale, silvery light.

Whispers of soft moonlight that breeze, a lullaby, Serenading the world as dreams draw sigh. The stillness echoes with, A celestial melody, serene and strong.

Symphonies of silence on the nocturnal hour, then time slows down, whispering in the fleeting flowers that sounds in the middle of silence. The serenities pause in a tranquil yawn, A constellations shown till dawn.

In the cradle of wind breezing over the night, the stars appeared in its’ nature of beauty, Their ancient tales in the universe. A heavenly ballet, a cosmic spree, In the midnight sweet sounds unveils its mystery.

The owl hoots a secret to the crescent moon, A nocturnal sonnet, a whispered tune. The nightingale rests, her song complete, so moonlight embraced in slumber sweet.

As the clock ticks toward the dawn's first light, Shadows of the night surrenders, takes its flight. Yet echoes linger, a lingering song, In the hearts that listened all night long.

Till so the resting soul now awake, under the celestial balm, In the melody of silent night sweet psalm. For in the quietude of hours, mysteries are drawn, A whispered promise of a new dawn.