In the hush of midnight’s deep embrace, Where shadows drift and moonlight fades, Thoughts awaken, stirring in their place, An insistent voice that softly persuades.Whispers of dreams, elusive and grand, In the quiet, they softly call, Urging the hand to grasp and understand, Before the dawn’s light casts its pall.Sleep’s tender call is cast aside, For fear that morning will erase, The fleeting muse that bids me write, In this quiet, sacred space.Midnight’s gift, though fleeting and frail, I capture it before it’s lost, For in these hours, where silence prevails, The heart’s deep truth is truly embossed.