Midnight’s Solace

At midnight's hour, when all is still,
The world succumbs to twilight’s will.
The stars above, a silver thread,
Weave quiet dreams above my head.

The night brings peace, a calm so deep,
A gentle place where shadows sleep.
In every breath, in every sigh,
The moon reflects the quiet sky.

No rush, no noise, just whispered air,
A solitude beyond compare.
In midnight’s arms, I find my rest,
A moment’s peace, a life’s behest.