Whispers of the Somnolent Night
In the embrace of night’s sweet allure,
Lies a realm where dreams endure,
Where weary souls find solace deep,
Within the arms of gentle sleep.
As stars above begin to gleam,
And darkness weaves its soothing dream,
The world drifts off to peaceful rest,
In slumber’s haven, truly blessed.
In slumber’s realm, the mind takes flight,
A canvas blank, imagination’s might,
A land where fantasies arise,
In colors bold and softest sighs.
With whispered thoughts and memories old,
The journey starts, so uncontrolled,
Through shadowed valleys, moonlit streams,
Guided by sleep’s enchanting themes.
Time dissolves, and space stands still,
As visions dance with boundless will,
From soaring heights to ocean’s floor,
Dreamers roam, forevermore.
In dreams, the heart finds tender care,
Embraced by love, no pain to bear,
Invisible hands, a gentle keep,
As guardian angels watch us sleep.
Yet dreams, like morning mist, must fade,
As dawn awakens, plans are laid,
But fear not, for the night will come,
With velvet wings to softly hum.
So close your eyes, release the day,
In slumber’s arms, let worries sway,
For in this world of dreams so deep,
Your spirit finds its sweetest keep.
By: Vyomi Shah
