When The night learns my name

The stars lean close when silence grows,

To hear the thoughts the daylight froze.

I speak to moons that never fade,

Of dreams I built, and ones I laid.

The wind replies in soft disguise,

It carries truth the heart denies.

Each echo hums of joy and pain,

Until the night learns my name.

I ask the dark what light can’t show,

Why loss must come for souls to grow.

It answers not, but folds me tight—

And I forgive the endless night.

For even shadows have their grace,

A quiet home, a vast embrace.

And though the sun will rise the same,

The night will still recall my name.