Night comes softly to the worn and weak,
To hearts too tired to always speak.
She asks no questions, names no blame,
She knows your face, she knows your name.

She takes the weight the day has spun,
The fights you lost, the things undone.
In shadowed arms, you’re free to be,
No past, no mask, just you and she.

She hums of what has been before,
Of broken vows and open doors.
She shows you what you feared to feel,
And what you still might dare to heal.

Dreams walk barefoot through her halls,
Desire whispers, hope recalls.
She makes the distant almost near,
Turns longing into something clear.

She gives you want, she gives you need,
Both mercy’s rest and truth’s sharp bleed.
She does not choose, she does not see,
She comes for all, but stays with me.

I share my days with noise and light.
But my soul belongs
to the endless night. 🌙