Whispers of the Night

In the stillness of the midnight air,

Where shadows dance without a care,

A whisper calls from the depths unseen,

A tale of dreams that might have been.

The moon, a sentinel in the sky,

Watches over as stars pass by,

Each twinkle a memory, a distant sigh,

Of hopes that soared but couldn’t fly.

The winds carry secrets of the old,

Stories of hearts, both brave and bold,

Yet in the quiet, a truth unfolds,

The night is young, but time is cold.

So hold your dreams, however small,

For in the dark, they stand tall,

And when dawn breaks, heed the call,

To chase the light, to rise, to fall.