In gentle shadows night weaves her tapestry,
Comets whisk breathlessly by,
Speaking in tongues of stars and serenity,
Where dreams scatter across firefly skies.
Night listens to dawn grumble quietly,
Old moonlight whispers secrets to statues,
Raindrops compose lively nocturnes,
Audible only to wandering souls at twilight.
Each pause dances, vibrant among veils,
A flicker, an echo, in the marrow of every hour,
As if time itself glows in its luminescence,
Breathing the story of the quiet air.