Night's soft echoes
When darkness spreads its wings so wide,
A pendulum of emotions begins to glide.
Swinging high and low in night's embrace,
Feelings flow, leaving their trace.

The moon ascends, a silent crest,
Its glow casting shadows at rest.
Yet in quietude, minds come alive,
Whispered voices thrive and survive.

In the theatre of sleep, battles are fought,
Dreams and memories intricately wrought.
The night's silence, a canvas so broad,
Painting stories untold, whispered and awed.

Let the night take you where it may,
Through shadowed valleys, skies of gray.
Darkness, with wings unfurled,
Holds the quiet tales of our world.

© a(swan)Ragini