When the Night Held My Dreams

When the day left me hollow, my strength worn thin,

And the world seemed a maze I could never win,

I turned to the night, where the silence gleams,

And found a refuge to hold my dreams.

The stars whispered softly of paths unseen,

Their light a reminder of what could have been.

In the arms of darkness, my soul took flight,

Tracing the contours of hope in the night.

Shadows stretched long, but they carried no fear,

Only the echoes of dreams held near.

Each breath a promise, each sigh a plea,

For a dawn that would finally set me free.

The moon watched over, a sentinel bright,

Casting her glow on my quiet fight.

Though the weight of the world pressed hard on my chest,

The night gave me peace, a chance to rest.

When the night held my dreams, I could dare to believe,

That the cracks in my life would one day weave

A tapestry strong, unbroken, and wide—

A story of triumph with nothing to hide.

And so I endure, through toil and strife,

For the night held my dreams, and it saved my life.