Sleepless Nights

In the hush of the silent night,

When the world is veiled in lunar light,

A restless mind, a wandering sprite,

Dances in the shadows, devoid of respite.

Moonbeams play on the sleepless sea,

A canvas of thoughts, wild and free.

Echoes of stars in a timeless flight,

Illuminate the realm of the sleepless night.

Silent whispers in the darkened room,

Echoes of dreams in the spectral gloom.

The clock's soft ticking, a rhythmic kite,

Tethered to the hours of the sleepless night.

Insomnia's embrace, a relentless tide,

A labyrinth of thoughts where anxieties hide.

Pillow talks with the elusive sprite,

In the haunting realm of the sleepless night.

Shadows elongate, and the night grows old,

Yet, elusive dreams refuse to unfold.

Tangled in the threads of thoughts so tight,

Wandering through the corridors of the sleepless night.

Each tick of the clock, a heavy toll,

A symphony of silence, an unending scroll.

Stars witness the insomniac's plight,

Lost in the echoes of the sleepless night.

A myriad of stars, a celestial sea,

Afloat in the vastness of nocturnal glee.

Yet, the sleepless soul, in its tireless flight,

Yearns for the solace beyond the sleepless night.

As dawn's first light begins to break,

The restless mind begins to quake.

A tired spirit seeks the morning light,

An end to the endless, sleepless night.