The Night Is Here Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night is here with dreams that softly gleam,
A velvet cloak adorned with stars so bright,
In whispered tones, it weaves a gentle theme,
Of moonlit paths and shadows kissed by light.

The world in slumber, wrapped in twilight's grace,
Where dreams take flight on wings of silver hue,
Each star a beacon in the vast embrace,
Of endless skies where fantasies come true.

In quiet moments, hearts begin to soar,
Through realms of wonder, boundless and serene,
The night reveals its secrets evermore,
In dreams where all is possible, unseen.

So let the night with dreams its magic weave,
In slumber's arms, our souls find sweet reprieve.