Night

When shadows stretch and silence breathes, The world is wrapped in velvet dreams, As night weaves through the swaying leaves, In gentle folds of moonlit gleams.

The stars awake, a twinkling choir, Each flicker whispers stories bright, Of far-off worlds, of love’s desire, In this expansive canvas night.

The nocturnal symphony unfolds, A serenade of crickets’ cheer, While owls in wisdom, secrets hold, And every sigh becomes a tear.

So drift into this tranquil spell, Let dreams descend like softest rain, For in the night, all hearts can swell, And every shadow knows our pain.

• Valery Briussov