Under the Moonlit
Finding Refuge in Stillness
For in the quietude of darkness, the soul truly awakens.
We all experience night, a time of stillness and reflection. This poem, “Under the Moonlit,” explores the universal allure of the nighttime. It delves into the sense of peace and wonder that darkness can bring, a time when worries seem to soften and the world takes on a magical quality.
This night has my heart,
a velvet cloak of darkness
wrapping me close.
The moon, a luminescent coin,
spills silver across the rooftops,
painting shadows that dance
like silent spirits on the walls.
The wind whispers secrets
through the rustling leaves,
a symphony of hushed voices
carrying me away.
This night, a canvas of inky blue,
holds my worries in its embrace,
whispers promises of solace,
and paints dreams on my soul.
This night has my heart,
and I am free.
