Night Hours 2 Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the silent depth of night's embrace,
Where shadows dance with tender grace,
The hours stretch, an endless space,
And time itself seems to slow its pace.

The stars above, in quiet array,
Whisper secrets of the Milky Way,
Their light a guide for those who stray,
In the contemplative play of night's ballet.

The moon, a silent sentinel aloft,
Casts a glow on fields soft,
And in this hour, so still and oft,
The heart speaks truths that are whispered not.

For in the night, our sorrows find reprieve,
In the hushed hours, we silently believe.