Slumber Songs

In the quiet stretches of night, when the moon hangs low and the stars hum their forgotten melodies, I allow myself to be enveloped by the shadows. They cradle me gently, like a mother whispering secrets she learned from wandering winds. The songs of slumber have no melody here, only the drumming heart of dreams waiting to unfold.

Among the leaves, where the brush of the midnight breeze stitches silence into a tapestry of stillness, I listen. It's a humble song, an echo woven from the voices of shadows — old friends, misunderstood companions. Each note a sigh, each pause a deep breath drawn from the earth's hidden depths.

Like tales left untold in the corners of our minds, these slumber songs dance like stars on the brink of dawn, urging me to remember their names, to sing them back to twilight. Perhaps one day, under the watchful gaze of an understanding moon, I will.