In a world where chaos reigns,
Where shadows dance and darkness strains,
A weary soul seeks solace, peace,
A moment’s rest, a sweet release.
The sun dips low, the sky fades to gray,
As twilight whispers the end of day,
In a humble home, a bed so warm,
Offers refuge from the storm.
The night is thick with unseen dread,
Monsters lurking, fears widespread,
But here, beneath the starry weave,
Lies a sanctuary, a night’s reprieve.
Soft sheets cradle, a gentle sigh,
As eyelids flutter, dreams draw nigh,
The world outside may rage and roar,
Yet in this haven, heartbeats soar.
Whispers of the past day’s strife,
Fade away in the dance of life,
In slumber’s arms, no harm can breach,
The tranquil shores of peaceful sleep.
The moon’s soft glow, a guardian light,
Keeps watch throughout the silent night,
And though the dark may twist and turn,
The promise of the dawn will burn.
For in the morn, when sunlight beams,
Dispelling shadows, chasing dreams,
A new day dawns, so fresh, so bright,
Banishing the terrors of the night.
In sleep’s embrace, we find our grace,
A pause, a breath, a sacred space,
Where fears dissolve and hopes revive,
In night’s reprieve, we come alive.
So rest, dear heart, let go your woes,
In twilight’s tender, soft repose,
For though the world is wild and deep,
In night’s reprieve, your soul shall sleep.
