Night Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O Night, you come in freedom's silent stride,
A cloak of shadows draped across the land,
When weary souls find solace in your wide,
Unfathomable depths, where dreams expand.

The stars, like ancient secrets, softly gleam,
Their distant fires igniting hope and grace,
While darkness weaves its tapestry, a dream
Where time dissolves, and sorrows find their place.

O Night, your quiet hours hold mystery,
A sanctuary for hearts that ache and yearn,
Beneath your moon, we seek our soul's recovery,
And in your stillness, fragile dreams return.

Embrace us, Night, in your celestial flight,
For freedom lies within your boundless night.