Midnight Reverie

Beneath the velvet shroud of night,

When stars like ancient runes alight,

The whispers of the moon's delight,

Are secrets woven tight.

Oh, midnight hour, your silence sings,

Of timeless tales and phantom wings.

In shadows deep, where dreamers cling,

To memories, the night-time brings.

Eons past, where sages walked,

Their voices in the darkness talked,

Of mysteries the cosmos clocked,

Their wisdom still unlocked.

Oh, midnight hour, your silence sings,

Of timeless tales and phantom wings.

In shadows deep, where dreamers cling,

To memories, the night-time brings.

The ink of night, a writer’s muse,

In somber tones, the heart to use,

With every stroke, the past infused,

In verses, now re-used.

Oh, midnight hour, your silence sings,

Of timeless tales and phantom wings.

In shadows deep, where dreamers cling,

To memories, the night-time brings.

So linger, dear, in midnight’s grace,

With whispers of the stars’ embrace.

In ancient words, the night we chase,

To find our secret place.