Beneath the moon's whispered glow,
Nocturnal keeper of secrets, you know,
In the silence of night's tender embrace,
Our unspoken truths find their place.
With eyes that gleam like stars above,
You cradle our hopes, our hidden love,
In your presence, we bare our soul,
In the velvet night, we're made whole.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
